The Golden Ritual
Chapter One In the Obsidian Court, the air always tasted of copper and old rain. I am Yaw Achebe, forty-two years old, and the senior warden of this place that is less a building and more a wound in the earth. I wanted the promotion to High Warden not for power, but because my wife, Adjoa, was dying of a lung sickness that the town’s clinic could not touch, and the debt of her care was a weight...
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