The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The sun did not rise in the Atrium; it simply appeared, a perfect, unblinking disc of white light hovering above the polished obsidian floor. Margaret Holloway stood before the Great Glass, her reflection fractured into a thousand jagged shards of glass that did not quite align. She adjusted her collar, the stiff starch biting into her neck, and watched the bees. They were not insects, not...

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