The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The pill sat on the nightstand. It was yellow. It was smooth. It was cold. Thomas picked it up. He put it down. He picked it up again. The glass bottle rattled against the wood. *Clack. Clack.* It was a Sunday. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The dust motes danced in the shaft of light from the window. They danced like tiny, blind ghosts. Thomas watched them. He had been watching them for an...

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