The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The wind screeches. It strips the leaves from the oak. They fall. They hit the mud. You watch. You do not blink. The house is cold. The fire is dead. You sit. You wait. The door opens. Edward enters. He wears black. He wears gray. He smells of rain. He smells of iron. He looks at you. You look at him. "Hello, Thomas," he says. "Hello, Edward." You do not stand. You do not smile. You hold your...

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