The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The egg was cracked. You knew this before you touched it. The shell was white, thin as paper, and it hummed. A low, resonant thrum that vibrated in your molars. You were seven. You stood in the field. The grass was tall and dry. It smelled of dust and decay. The sun was a white coin in the sky. It did not blink. You held the egg in your palm. It was warm. It was heavy. It was yours. You had...

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