The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mud of the Calder Valley sucked at your boots with a wet, deliberate sound, a sound that matched the jeering rising from the crowd of soot-stained men and women who had gathered around the magistrate’s office. You stood there, Arthur Penhaligon, thirty years old and soaked to the bone, clutching a small, heavy object in your left hand: a gold signet ring, stolen from the desk of Magistrate...

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