The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

He dreamed of honey. Not the sweet, golden syrup of commerce, but the raw, thick, cloying substance of the hive itself. It coated his tongue. It filled his nostrils. In the dream, the air was heavy with the scent of rot and nectar, a perfume that was both inviting and suffocating. He woke with his mouth dry, his throat constricted. The cell was cold. Stone bit into his cheek. The walls were...

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