The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

"Put the kettle on, Thomas. And stop staring at the door. It’s not going to open itself." Elara’s voice was thin, brittle as the ice forming on the windowpane. She did not look up from the table. Her hands were buried in the flour, working the dough with a rhythm that had no beginning and no end. Just the press, the fold, the turn. The kitchen smelled of yeast and damp wool. Outside, the wind...

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