The Golden Ritual
The river ice cracked with a sound like a bone snapping under the heel of a god, and I stood there, my breath hanging in the air like a ghost that had forgotten how to leave, watching the mirror of the water shatter into a thousand jagged shards that no longer reflected the sky but only the dark, churning void beneath. I am not a man, not in the way that Thomas is a man, nor in the way that the...
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