The Golden Ritual
The letter from the Crown Lands Office lay on the kitchen table, its seal broken, the paper yellowing in the corners where the damp from the window had seeped in. I read it three times, my eyes tracing the dry, bureaucratic ink that spelled out our eviction, the date three months in the past, and the signature of a man who had never set foot on our soil. The light in the room was thin and grey,...
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