The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

I My hands were already bleeding when the light turned the color of bruised plums, that sickly greenish hue that precedes the hail in the Sichuan basin, though the air here smelled of rust and wet paper, not rain. I was halfway through filing the left eye of the ceremonial mask, the gold so warm it felt like holding a live coal, and the weight of it was pulling my arms down toward the workbench...

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