The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the sky that split the afternoon light in two, and when the dust settled, the floor of the grand hall was no longer marble but a sea of black, wet mud that smelled of rotting lilies and old iron, and I stood there in my Sunday best, my shoes sinking to the ankle, holding a small, rusted birdcage that had been empty an hour ago...

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