The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

You wake in the grey light of a city that breathes. The air tastes of copper and old rain. You are seven. Or perhaps you are older. Time here is a liquid, pooling in the corners of the room, sticky and sweet. You look at your hands. They are small. They are trembling. You do not remember your name. You only remember the hunger. It is not for bread. It is not for water. It is for the Gold. The...

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