The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The iron pot sat on the stove. It did not sit so much as it presided. A black, dented cylinder of cast iron, heavy as a coffin, it occupied the center of the cramped kitchen in the old textile mill. I held it. I had held it for three days. My arms ached, a dull, rhythmic throbbing that matched the beat of the looms outside. They were still running. The mill never stopped. Not for sickness. Not...

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