The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The golden key did not look like a key at all. It was a sliver of polished brass, no longer than my little finger, warm to the touch in a way that metal should not be, humming with a faint, sub-audible vibration that seemed to settle directly into the marrow of my bones. I had been given it by my father on his deathbed, wrapped in a handkerchief that still smelled of lavender and stale tobacco,...

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