The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The iron fence had rusted into a brown lacework that clung to the soil like a dried wound, and through its gaps, the oak trees of the old estate stood silent, their leaves turning to a deep, bruised purple under the grey sky. I sat on the curb, my knees drawn up, watching the wind strip the branches bare. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day where the air feels heavy with the promise...

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