The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The frost bit through your wool cloak. It settled in the bones. You walked. The path was white. The sky was gray. You carried the coat. It was heavy. It was wet. It smelled of rain and old blood. You did not speak. You did not look back. The village was behind you. The sickness was with you. You were a prisoner of your own sin. You knew this. The village elders had said so. They pointed at your...

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