The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air in the valley tasted of copper and old dust. I measured the humidity with a brass hygrometer. The needle trembled near sixty percent. Too high for the spores. I needed drier air. I needed control. I am an architect of breath. That is my title here. In the old country, I was a surgeon. I cut. I sutured. I fixed the broken things. Here, in the Hollow, I do not fix. I sustain. I keep the...

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