The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The frost had a specific thickness. One point two centimeters. I measured it with a caliper. It was the only honest metric left in the valley. The rest was noise. Static. The town of Oakhaven was a machine built on a lie. They called it a sanctuary. I called it a trap. I was the engineer of that trap. Or so they believed. My wife, Sarah, stood by the window. Her back was to me. She was staring...

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