The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The brass bell hung in the center of the room. It was heavy, dull, and cold to the touch. We stood in a circle around it. My father stood at the head of the table. He did not eat. He did not drink. He watched the bell. I was twenty-two. I wore my uniform. The wool itched. The buttons pressed into my skin. I felt tight. I felt watched. "Look at it," my father said. His voice was dry. Like leaves...

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