The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The letter lay on the kitchen island, its edges yellowed and brittle, the ink faded to a ghostly brown that bled into the paper’s grain. I had read it forty times in the last hour, my thumb rubbing the crease where my wife, Clara, had folded it into a square no bigger than a playing card. The handwriting was hers, sharp and slanted, but the words were gone, erased by time or something else...

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