The Golden Ritual
The argument is already loud when you arrive. You are standing in the center of the archive. It smells of dust and old paper. The fluorescent lights buzz. A high, thin sound. It drills into your teeth. You do not look up. You are looking at the floor. The linoleum is cracked. A yellow stain spreads near the baseboard. It looks like a map of a country you have never visited. "Stop it," you say....
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