The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mortar was cold, a grey paste that smelled of wet chalk and old blood, and Elias Thorne counted the hours in the grinding of his own knuckles as he mixed it, three parts lime, two parts ash, one part of something he preferred not to name. He was forty years old, which meant he had twenty years of service behind him and, if the rumors in the mess hall were to be believed, one winter where he...

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