The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain did not fall; it hovered, suspended in the grey air like a million glass needles waiting for a command that never came. I stood in the center of the square, my shoes sinking into a sludge that was not quite mud and not quite water, feeling the chill seep up through the soles and into the marrow of my bones. Around me, the crowd moved in slow, viscous circles, their faces blurred by the...

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