The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The cage was made of wire and rust, hanging from the bare branch of a dead elm. Inside, a golden finch slept. Its feathers caught the grey light of the morning, pulsing with a warmth that did not belong in this damp, stone-walled yard. Silas knelt in the mud. His knees hurt. He was a man built for the law, for the weight of a badge and the stiffness of a tunic, but here, in the dream that was...

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