The Golden Ritual
I am Elias, twelve years old, and I want to keep my mother’s golden locket. It is the only thing left that hums with her voice, a low, resonant thrum that vibrates against my palm like a trapped bird. The uncanny rule is simple, though my father forbids speaking of it: the locket grants one wish per year, but each wish ages the holder by five years. My father, the village elder, has kept the...
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