The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was always of the hands. They were long, pale, and trembling, held up to a light that did not exist in the waking world. In the dream, Arthur Penhaligon was not the Guild Master of the Glassmakers’ Hall, but a boy again, watching his father’s fingers trace the curve of a vessel. The glass in the dream was not clear, but a deep, arterial red, and when it shattered, the shards did not...

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