The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The storm broke the mill roof on a Tuesday. It did not howl. It snapped. A sound like a giant snapping a bone. Then the rain came. Not rain. A sheet of grey water. It washed the dust from the windows of St. Jude’s Parish Hall. It washed the hope from the faces of the women inside. Margaret stood by the door. She held a wet umbrella. It dripped on her shoes. She did not move. She looked at the...

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