The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The pill bottle sat on the kitchen counter, a small, opaque white cylinder that hummed with a frequency only I could hear. It was the center of the room, the axis around which my remaining years were to rotate. Margaret had left it there, a silent testament to her final act of mercy, or perhaps her final act of betrayal. I stood before it, my hands trembling not from age, but from the sheer,...

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