The Golden Ritual
Yoshiko Yamamoto stood at the edge of the salt flats, her boots sinking into the mud that had once been a road. She was twelve years old, and she held a letter in her left hand, the paper damp and heavy with the final breath of her brother, Kenji. The air hummed with a low, mechanical drone that vibrated in her teeth, a sound only she could hear, marking the boundary where the lie-based...
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