“Actually, you only have two choices—the Ninth or the Tenth Realm, both different and both equally alluring.” He furrowed his brow. “Both dangerous, but in different ways. However, it will be better to stay here in our realm. You will only choose the other two realms if the Germans find you.”
He took the box from her and carefully opened it. With his withered fingers, he pulled out two gemstones, one dark as ebony and the other grey. He placed them on his palm.
“Before Yossel casts the mystic stones, you must choose,” he told her.
“Who is Yossel?”
“Yossel is the Golem of Prague. He lives in the wine cellar in the basement of the Altneushul,” he whispered. “He is the golem created by Rabbi Lowe during the Middle Ages to safeguard the Jews against pogroms. No one knows of the secret entrance except you and I. You will animate him with this.” He took out a wrinkled old parchment from his front pocket.
She bit the inside of her lip and took the parchment. By the paper’s texture and smell, she could tell it was old, perhaps even ancient. “Zayde, are you talking about the old Golem legend?”
“Yes, only it’s not a legend. It’s true.”
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