The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The chalice sat on the high shelf in the kitchen, catching the dim light from the window in a way that made it look like a pool of solidified honey. It was gold, or perhaps brass with a patina so thick and yellow that it passed for gold to the untrained eye. I had carried it up from the cellar three times that week, lifting it by the stem, feeling the cold weight of it settle against my palms....

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