The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The heavy iron tongs, pitted with rust and bent from years of prying stubborn latches, lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, the metal cold against the sweat of his grip. He sat at the long oak table in the village hall of Oakhaven, the air thick with the smell of roasted goose and the sharp, metallic tang of the sickness that was eating his left leg alive. The annual harvest feast was in full swing, the...

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