The Golden Ritual
Elias Thorne. The name was called out in the grey morning light of the St. Jude’s Orphanage yard, a sharp, administrative sound that cut through the damp chill settling into the boys’ bones. I stood by the iron fence, my fingers wrapped around the cold metal, and watched as the Headmaster, Mr. Vane, walked toward me with the measured pace of a man who had long ago stopped caring whether the...
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