The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

"Look at it," said the boy. "It does not blink." Thomas stood before the great stone arch. It was noon. The sun hung low and heavy in the gray sky, casting long, distorted shadows across the market square of Oakhaven. The air smelled of wet wool and old bread. Thomas was twelve. He held a loaf of dark rye in one hand. His fingers were stained with flour. He looked at the arch. He looked at the...

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