The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The feast was a mountain of meat. It rose from the long oak table like a brown, glistening cliff. We had eaten for three days. The air was thick with the smell of rendered fat and roasted garlic. It coated the backs of our throats. It sat heavy in our stomachs. I looked at the pile. I looked at my wife, Elara. She sat across from me. Her eyes were bright. They shone with a feverish, golden...

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