The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream is of the hive. You are inside the wax. Hot. Sticky. Golden. The bees are not bees. They are needles. They are teeth. You wake in the dark. The air is cold. Your hands shake. You are in the cellar. The light is weak. A single bulb. Flickering. Dust motes dance. They are gold. You stare at them. They settle on your skin. You do not move. You are Thomas. You are old. Your back hurts....

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