The Golden Ritual
The explosion happened on a Tuesday. It tore the sky open like a cheap shirt, raining glass and screaming metal onto Main Street. I was in the breakroom. I was drinking coffee. The mug was white with a blue rim. It was a standard-issue mug. The kind you get from the office supply store when you order two hundred. I held it in my left hand. My right hand was empty. The glass shattered the...
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