The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The road was a rib of pale stone cutting through the grey moor, and we walked it in a silence that felt less like an agreement and more like a shared holding of breath. I held the basket in my hands, my knuckles white against the wicker, and behind me, the shadow of Alderwick stretched long and thin, distorting itself in the low afternoon light. We were walking toward the Abbey of St. Jude, a...

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