The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mark appeared on my right thumb on a Tuesday. It was small, a crescent of gold that looked less like a tattoo and more like a burn. I tried to scrub it off with soap and steel wool, but the skin remained unblemished, the gold shining with a dull, persistent warmth. I work in the archives. It is a quiet job. We dust the past. We file the dead. My name is Arthur, and I am thirty-four years...

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