The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The sky broke open with a sound like tearing silk. Margaret looked up from her ledger. The paper was still wet. Ink bled into the fibers. She did not flinch. A shadow passed over the roof. Then another. They were not birds. They had no wings. They moved with the heavy, fluid grace of oil. They landed on the shingles. One landed on the church steeple. The bells did not ring. They were too...

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