The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell tower of St. Jude’s rang. It did not ring for the hour. It rang for the end. Marek stood on the cobblestones. The stone was cold. It bit through his boots. He looked up. The sky was the color of a bruise. Purple. Dark. It did not move. He held the tablet. The clay was warm. It held the heat of his palm. The heat of his fear. The tablet was a square. The edges were sharp. It was the...

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