The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The brick was hot against my cheek, a rough, grinding kiss that tasted of iron and old rain, and the sound of my own breathing was a wet, ragged thing in the silence of the alley, a silence that felt less like the absence of noise and more like the presence of something vast and waiting, something that pressed against the back of my eyes until the world narrowed down to the single, terrifying...

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