The Golden Ritual
The glass ceiling of the observation deck, a perfect circle of reinforced crystal suspended in the void of the administrative spire, did not shatter; it dissolved, turning into a fine, glittering dust that settled upon your uniform like a premature snowfall, and in that single, suspended second you understood that the institution had finally decided that you were no longer useful, not because...
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