The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The alarm clock on the nightstand shakes the glass. You do not sleep. You never sleep well in this room. It smells of antiseptic and old dust. The light is grey. It is early. You are forty-two years old. You have been a police officer for twenty years. Your knees ache. Your back is a knot of pain. You pull on your boots. They are heavy. They are worn. The leather is cracked at the toe. You have...

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