The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fever broke at dawn, leaving me gasping for air in the cold, damp stone of my quarters, my hands still trembling as if I were holding a sword rather than the edge of the cot. I had dreamed of wheat, not the green, growing stalks of spring but a vast, golden field on fire, the heat of it pressing against my eyelids until I could see the flames even with my eyes open. This was the third night...

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