The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The hide lay in my palms, stiff as a board, smelling of lye and old blood. It was the finest deer skin I had tanned in twenty years, the grain tight and unblemished, ready for the Baron’s saddle. I held it up to the light of the workshop, the morning sun cutting through the high windows, and for a moment, the surface shimmered. Not with moisture. With gold. Thin, flaking sheets of it, adhering...

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