The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

In the dream, the chandelier was not glass, but a cluster of human teeth, polished to a blinding, wet white. They hung in a spiral, descending toward the floor like a frozen waterfall of bone. Eleanor stood in the center of the rotunda, her heels sinking into the soft, velvet carpet that smelled of old copper and rain. She was wearing her wedding dress, but it was heavy, weighed down by the mud...

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