The Golden Ritual
You wake inside the glass, or rather, you wake to the realization that you have been living inside the glass for so long that the distinction between your skin and the pane has dissolved into a single, translucent membrane. The air here is thick with the smell of ozone and old paper, a scent that tastes like copper on the back of your tongue, and it is the only thing that keeps you anchored to...
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