The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fog rolled in off the lake at dawn. It smelled of wet wool and old pennies. Elias sat on the porch. He held a chipped ceramic cup. The coffee was cold. He did not care. The town of Oakhaven was waking up. The tractors started in the fields. The diesel hum was a low, constant drone. Elias listened to it. It sounded like a heartbeat. His own heartbeat was faster. He was new here. Everyone...

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