The Golden Ritual
The first thing to know about the town of Oakhaven, a place that existed less on maps and more in the persistent, stubborn memory of those who had once lived there, was that it did not suffer from a lack of birds, but from a surplus of judgment. The sky was not open; it was a net woven from the eyes of the gulls, the crows, and the sparrows, all of whom seemed to have been commissioned by some...
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