The Golden Ritual
Chapter One Efua Yaro’s hands were black with soil from the temple garden, the dirt packed deep into the creases of his knuckles as he scraped the last of the reed roots from the bed. He worked in the early dark, the air heavy with wet earth and the distant, metallic tang of the river. The grain jar sat on the stone step, its seal still intact, a small, stubborn eye watching him work. He had...
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