The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was always the same, a looping tapestry of gold thread and rot, where I stood in the center of the village square not as a person but as a stain, a dark, viscous mark upon the cobblestones that pulsed with a rhythm I could feel in my teeth, and the villagers walked around me in a wide, terrified circle, their faces blurred into a single, collective mask of pity and revulsion, and I...

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