The Golden Ritual
The bell rang. I heard it. It was a small sound. Like a coin dropping on stone. I ignored it. I was busy. My hands were in the clay. I was shaping a bowl. It was a good bowl. It was perfect. I knew it was perfect. The walls were thin. They were even. I smoothed the rim. I thought of the war. I thought of the fire. I thought of the men. They were coming. I knew they were coming. I did not look...
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