The Golden Ritual
Chapter One Sota Kimura’s hands were deep in the salt, the coarse crystals grinding against his palms as he measured the last portion for the winter reserve, the weight of it familiar and heavy, a counterweight to the hollow ache in his stomach that had not been filled by rice for three days. The air in the longhouse at sixty-three of Stonecutter Alley was heavy with damp reed and stale smoke,...
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