The Golden Ritual
"Cut it again," I said. My voice was thin, a wire stretched too tight in the cold air of the cellar. "You are missing the center. The soul is in the center." Silas did not answer. He only bent lower, his knuckles white around the handle of the chisel. The sound of stone on stone was rhythmic, a dull thud that vibrated in my teeth. *Tap. Tap. Tap.* It was the only sound in the world. Outside,...
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