The Golden Ritual
You stand in the center of the atrium. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. Around you, the great brass machinery hums. It is a sound you know in your bones. A low, thrumming vibration that settles behind your teeth. The assembly hall is vast. Glass panels line the walls. Outside, the smog of the city churns like a gray sea. But in here, the light is clean. It is filtered...
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