The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mud at the border outpost sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with the tenacity of a leech. He stood before Magistrate Aldous, a man whose coat was pristine and whose eyes were the color of wet slate. Behind him, the wind howled through the skeletal trees of the valley, carrying the scent of snow and iron. Elias did not flinch. He extended his hand, palm open, demanding the return of the golden...

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