The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was a field of black locust trees, their leaves turning a bruised purple that had no business existing in the spring air, and in the center of that impossible grove stood a single, golden heron, its feathers not quite solid, shimmering like heat haze over a tarmac road that had not yet been built. Thomas Wakefield woke with the taste of iron and old rain in his mouth, the damp wool of...

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