The Golden Ritual
The morning light in the Ministry of Temporal Calibration did not so much shine as it permeated, a thick, golden sludge that coated the dust motes dancing in the still air and settled upon the polished mahogany of my desk with the weight of a long-accumulated debt, a debt I had spent the last forty years of my life meticulously calculating and quietly paying off through the slow, grinding...
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