Long before Roxanne was even born—before she even learned the sound of river-wind or the taste of summer salt—there was a feast that was being held beneath a red moon.
The entire family gathered, as they did each year, beside the black curve of the river.
There were no invitations. The call was in their blood.
Each house arrived with gifts and songs. Children chased fireflies through the high grass while older women lit the sacred fire and began the slow work of cooking. They did not speak of the ritual until the sun dipped behind the trees.
The entire place looked festive.
The place is cast in a warm glow of red and yellow from the sunset slowly turning darker.
Only then did the book appear.
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The Dark Ritual Comments