The Golden Ritual
I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The air was cold. It cut into my lungs. I was outside. I was in the field. The grass was high. It brushed my face. I stood up. My legs were stiff. I looked around. The sky was gray. It was wide. It was empty. There were no houses. There were no cars. There was only the field. And me. I was wearing my work clothes. The blue jumpsuit. The one with the...
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