The Golden Ritual
The brass clasp of the silver necklace bit into Eleanor’s collarbone, a cold, metallic bite that mirrored the chill of the air conditioning in the administrative office of the St. Jude’s Industrial Sanatorium. She stood before the glass partition, watching the floor below through the haze of steam that rose from the boiler rooms. The necklace, a heavy chain of interlocking ovals, had been her...
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