The Golden Ritual
The bell tolls. It is a low, heavy sound. It shakes the dust from the rafters. You feel it in your teeth. You are still. You are old. Your knees ache. The pain is a sharp, white line. It runs from hip to shin. You do not flinch. You have learned to ignore the body. The body is a burden. The body is a cage. The stone floor is cold. It bites through your boots. You do not shift your weight. You...
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