The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The morning bell rang at seven, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the damp fog of the industrial city. I wiped the grime from my hands, the oil staining the creases of my palms like ancient tattoos. This was my ritual. The cleaning of the blade. Not a sword, of course. We are men of the modern age, of steam and iron, of gears that grind the spirit into powder. But the tool in my hand,...

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