The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The glass did not shatter; it dissolved, a slow and silent exhalation of silica dust that settled upon the mahogany desk like a fine, gray snow, and I watched the fragments of my own name, etched in gold leaf upon the surface, lose their coherence one stroke at a time until there was nothing left but the bare, dark wood and the terrible, clean air that followed the absence of the thing I had...

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