The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The golden sap oozed from the baseboard, thick and viscous, smelling faintly of copper and old rain. Elias Thorne wiped his thumb across his forehead, leaving a smear of sweat that mixed with the yellow stain on his skin. He had twenty-four hours to make the house sellable, or the winter freeze would lock the doors and the heirs would forfeit their inheritance. The manor was dying, and Elias...

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