The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

My hands were already deep in the mud when the boat arrived, its hull creaking under the weight of thoughts too heavy for the air. I was scraping the golden dust from the terraces, the ritual’s promise of purity clinging to my fingers like wet clay. The rain fell cold, midsummer chills biting through my tunic as I worked the border of the market, where the rot began to eat the roots of the...

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