The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

She dreamed of the ink. It was thick. Dark as a bruise. It pooled in the hollow of her palm. She watched it drip. One drop. Two. Three. The floorboards of the old house groaned under the weight of the wetness. She was not afraid. She was curious. The ink smelled of iron. Of old blood. Of the sea before a storm. Waking was a violence. Silence rushed into the room. Cold air bit at her neck....

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