The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mortar bowl is chipped. You see the fracture line running through the clay like a vein of quartz, cold and hard. You hold it with both hands. The wood of the pestle bites into your palms. It is wet. It is thick. It smells of iron and rain. Your brother is screaming. He is not screaming in pain. He is screaming in rage. He is standing by the door of the cellar. The door is iron-banded. It is...

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