The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

I was scrubbing the grime from the air filter, my knuckles white against the mesh, when the dream of gold turned to ash in my mouth. The heat in the solar courtyard was a physical weight, pressing against the dome’s printed streets, a haze from fires elsewhere that never cleared. I am Gilberte Vidrine, forty-two, and I am losing the war against the damp. My son, Josué, needs the pension from...

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