The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

"You are late," said the Warden. I bowed. My neck cracked. "Three minutes," I said. "Time is not a suggestion here," the Warden replied. His voice was dry. Like leaves in a jar. "The court has convened." The room was small. White. It smelled of bleach and old paper. We sat in a circle. No chairs. Just the floor. Cold tile. My knees ached. The Warden sat opposite me. His eyes were grey. Flat....

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