The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ink in the jar did not shimmer, nor did it glow; it sat in the chipped ceramic bowl on the desk of young Thomas Bradshaw, a thick, viscous black substance that smelled faintly of copper and old blood. Thomas was twelve years old, thin as a reed, with hands that trembled not from fear but from the cold that had settled into his bones since the autumn equinox. He was a scribe’s apprentice in...

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