The Golden Ritual
The glass was already in my hand. It was thick. It was green. It smelled of old rain. I held it up to the light. The light broke. It shattered. I did not drop it. I held the pieces. They cut my palm. I did not flinch. This is the day. This is the day I break the cycle. I have prepared for this. I have rehearsed the words. I have cleaned the room. The room is white. The walls are white. The...
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