The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The morning of the ceremony, I ironed my dress uniform on the kitchen table with a clean flour sack under the cloth, and Margaret stood at the stove in our mother's old robe, cracking eggs into the cast iron pan that had fed three generations of Bradshaws. Outside, the crabapple tree by the porch was dropping its red fruit onto the walk, and the whole neighborhood smelled of somebody's leaf...

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