The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The road was red. Mud clung to the boots of the man who walked alone. He carried a basket. Inside sat a single goose. Its feathers were white as snow. Its eyes were black beads. It stared at him. It did not blink. He walked toward the house. The house was large. Stone walls. Ivy climbed the sides. It looked old. It looked tired. The man was Thomas. He was small. His shoulders hunched. He moved...

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