The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The knife was dull, and the bread was harder than it had any right to be, yet I did not care for the texture of the food, only for the ritual of the breaking. I sat in the corner of the refectory, a place where the shadows pooled like spilled ink, watching the monks move with the heavy, rhythmic grace of men who had forgotten the world outside these stone walls. I am not a monk. I am an exile,...

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