The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

You are falling. The city is a grid of iron and soot. It is midnight. Rain slicks the cobblestones. You run. Your lungs burn. You are Margaret. You are fifty. You are a widow. You are a ghost in your own life. The man chases you. He is tall. He wears a top hat. He carries a cane of polished mahogany. He is not a man. He is a mirror. He speaks. "Margaret," he says. "You have forgotten the...

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