The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell rang. I pulled the lever. The machine shuddered. Smoke curled. It was Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday. Time is thin here. I adjusted the collar. Silk. White. Stiff. It scratched. I liked the scratch. It reminded me I was real. The shop was cold. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light. They moved slow. Like oil. Like water. A knock. Sharp. Three times. "Enter," I said. My voice was dry....

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