The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

I dreamed of a cathedral built of glass. It was not the stone of our parish, nor the brick of the university hall. It was a structure of pure, fractured light. The walls were not solid. They were panes, thin as ice, vibrating with a low, sustained hum. I stood at the center. The floor was black marble, polished to a mirror’s depth. I saw my reflection. It was old. It was tired. It was not...

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