The Golden Ritual
You are the hand that holds the gavel, and the gavel is your finger, and your finger is the bone of the state, and the bone is white and dry and cracked at the knuckles. You do not remember when the wood of the court began to feel like wood inside your own wrist. You have served so long that the distinction between the instrument and the arm has dissolved into a single, heavy sensation of duty....
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