The Golden Ritual
Act I Padraig Lenehan, a forty-year-old goldsmith in the stone country of the Burren, woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the distinct, heavy weight of a debt he could not name. He had dreamed of his dead sister, Eileen, standing in the doorway of their father’s old house, holding a spade as if she had been digging for hours in the frozen mud. The dream left no comfort, only the...
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