The Golden Ritual
The cold here is not a weather condition; it is a debt collector. It comes for my pension, my health, and eventually my soul. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three winters in this frozen stretch of the highlands, chasing shadows through the snow. My wife, Mara, died three years ago. She was killed by a smuggler, or so the official report said. The report was...
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