The Golden Ritual
The elevator hums a low, metallic note as it carries you down into the sub-basements of the Sterling Corporation tower, a sound that vibrates in your teeth and settles deep in the marrow of your bones. You are not human, or at least, you are no longer entirely so. You are a creature of the margins, a glitch in the system of flesh and bone, though you wear the suit of a junior compliance...
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