The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the thick, damp air of the dormitory that smelled of wet wool and old fear. We were thirteen, a huddled mass of shivering boys in the lower hall of St. Jude’s, a place that smelled of stone and silence and the particular, metallic tang of institutional obedience. Master Aldous stood at the far end of the room, his back to us, his shoulders...

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