The Golden Ritual
You stand on the roof. The wind is cold. It bites your skin. You are not human. You have never been human. But you wear a suit. You wear a face. It is a good face. It is an old face. You are the Broker. The city hums below. It is a beast. It eats time. It eats life. It eats you. You hold a coin. It is gold. It is heavy. It is warm. It is the only thing that is real. You climb down. You take the...
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