The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream arrived not as a whisper but as a taste, a thick, cloying sweetness of burnt sugar and copper that coated the tongue and refused to yield to the morning’s cold air. Arthur Penhaligon, a boy of eleven with eyes the color of wet slate and hands that trembled with a perpetual, unexplained heat, woke in the narrow cot of the servants’ quarters beneath the eaves of Ashworth Manor. The...

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