The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ceiling cracked open with a sound like a rifle shot. It did not explode. It did not shatter into glass. It simply peeled back, like the skin of a bruised peach, revealing a sky that was not the sky. It was a sky of deep, arterial purple, swirling with clouds that looked like wet wool. And from that hole in the plaster of the living room in Dayton, Ohio, a bird fell out. It landed on the...

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