The Golden Ritual
The sugar is white. It is not the bright, crystalline snow that falls from the sky in the stories your mother told you, but a flat, industrial dust that coats the back of your throat with a gritty sweetness. You are ten years old, and you are standing in the center of the sterilized white room of the Holloway Institute for Nutritional Recovery, wearing a blue gown that smells of bleach and hot...
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