The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The sky tore open on the first morning of my tenure. It was not a storm. It was a wound. The horizon, usually a crisp line of slate and fog, bled a viscous, arterial red. I stood on the precipice of the Weald, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence that followed the split. I held the object in my left hand. A bone. Not human. Not quite animal. It was the...

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