The Golden Ritual
October 14th You wake before the alarm, the taste of copper and old rain still clinging to the back of your throat, and for a split second you are not Elias, the sheriff of Oakhaven, but a bird, a golden sparrow with wings that burn against the wire of a cage that does not exist, a sensation of suffocation so total it makes your lungs ache until you sit up, gasping, in the dark of your bedroom...
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