The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The town of Oakhaven woke to a smell. It was thick. Sweet. Cloying. It hung in the air like a fog that refused to lift. It smelled of burnt sugar and old blood. Marcus stood on the porch. He wore his uniform. It was stiff. It was clean. The brass buttons caught the grey light. He did not move. He watched the street. His wife, Elena, was inside. She was making coffee. The sound of the kettle was...

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