The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell rang. It was a thin sound. Like a nail on glass. Tommy heard it from the cellar. He was counting coins. Copper pennies. They smelled of rust. He had been counting for three days. His fingers were black with soot. The cellar was cold. It bit into his bones. The bell rang again. Above him, in the hall, his father was laughing. A deep, wet laugh. Tommy knew that laugh. It was the sound of...

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