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This generation doesn't understand sacrifice. In my day, we'd bring a sacred bull to the temple of the hooded god and lay beneath the slaughtering grate as the blood rain fell and whispered dark secrets in our ears. Now it's all, "Sorry, I only sacrifice ethically euthanized hospice pigeons." Kids these days.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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