The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell tolls. Seven times. The sound hangs in the cold air, thick as fog. You stand on the stone pier. The water is black. It does not move. You hold the jar. It is warm. It pulses. Your father’s hand rests on your shoulder. His grip is iron. His eyes are closed. He is praying. Or perhaps he is listening. The town sleeps behind you. The windows are dark. Only the clock tower glows. A red eye...

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