The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The clock in the town square had stopped at 4:17, and Dorothy Muncy remembered the sound of the gear slipping, a dry, wooden crack that echoed off the brickwork like a bone breaking. She stood now in the mud of the lower district, watching the water rise, knowing that the silence she had fought for had cost the town its throat. It was a retrospective, this moment, a look back from the edge of...

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