The Golden Ritual
The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the corridors of St. Jude’s Academy for the Gifted into a series of wet, echoing canyons where the scent of damp wool and old floor wax hung heavy in the air, a perfume of institutional decay that we had learned to ignore but which seemed to permeate the very marrow of our bones, seeping into the pages of our books...
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