The Golden Ritual
The bell does not ring. It screams. You are there. You are always there. The stone is cold against your palm. It has been cold for three days. The fire is out. The smoke is black. It curls into the rafters like a serpent. It eats the light. It eats the air. It eats you. You hold the seal. It is small. It is gold. It is heavy. It feels like a stone in your hand. It feels like a heart. It is the...
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