The Golden Ritual
Act I The loom room on the upper level of the Hokkaido frontier settlement hummed with the rhythmic, industrial thrum of automated shuttles, a sound that vibrated through the soles of Yui Yamamoto’s boots and settled deep in her teeth, a constant mechanical heartbeat that never ceased even when the power grid flickered. Below, in the damp cellar where the air tasted of ozone and wet stone, Yui...
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