The Golden Ritual
The rain in the valley did not wash the mud away; it merely turned the earth into a thick, sucking paste that seemed determined to swallow the boots of anyone who dared stand upon it. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard of the ancestral manor, his uniform torn at the shoulder and his hands trembling not from the cold but from a rage so deep it had calcified into something brittle and...
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