The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

We were eating the walls. That was the joke. Or perhaps it was the truth. I cannot remember which, not anymore. The flour was gray. The water was cold. My hands were raw. "You are wasting the grain, Thomas," said the Inspector. I did not look up. My fingers were deep in the dough. It stuck to my skin. It felt like wet clay. It felt like life. "I am feeding the men," I said. My voice was dry. It...

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