The Golden Ritual
Chapter One You will remember the weight of the clay before you remember the sound of the breaking. Padma D’Souza, the tax collector who owed his life to the ledger, stood in the shadow of the High Priest’s vault, the humidity of the backwater village pressing against his skin like a wet cloth. He was thirty-two, his hands rough from counting grain, his father’s cough a dry rattle that echoed...
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