The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ink in the pot was thick, black as a bruise, and it smelled of iron and old pennies. You dipped the quill. Your hand shook, not from cold, though the draft from the cellar was biting, but from the weight of the parchment under your palm. It was heavier than it looked. Lord Vane stood behind you, his shadow falling across the desk like a wet coat. He did not speak. He did not need to. The...

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