The Golden Ritual
Chapter One "You’re late, Captain," the farrier grumbled, not looking up from the hoof he was cleaning. The rasp moved in a long, dry stroke, shaving away the old keratin. "The mill wheel is finally turning again, and you’re standing there with your coat buttoned to the chin. Is it the wind, or is it the guilt?" Madeleine Caron did not answer. She kept her hands in the pockets of her woolen...
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