The Golden Ritual
You wake up in a room made of glass. It is a small room. The walls are thick. The air is cold. You are wearing a white dress. It is too big. It smells of bleach and old paper. You sit on the edge of the bed. The mattress is hard. You look at your hands. They are pale. They are shaking. A voice speaks from the corner. It is a dry voice. It sounds like leaves scraping on pavement. "Get up,...
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