The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The office was a tomb of beige walls and humming fluorescent lights, a windowless box where the air tasted of stale coffee and the metallic tang of old paper, and I sat across from my son, Thomas, whose hands trembled as he clutched the brass seal to his chest with a ferocity that looked less like affection and more like a man holding his own entrails together. "Give it to me, Thomas," I said,...

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