The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The carriage wheels rattled over the cobblestones of St. Jude’s Square, a sound like the gnawing of bones on iron, and I watched the city of Ashworth dissolve into a smear of gray mist and wet brick as the driver, a man with hands like cured hams, did not look back. We were leaving not because we had finished our work, but because the work had finished us, a subtle, surgical excision performed...

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