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“I was a tool in the gold’s hands, and it directed my hand to whichever color-box it needed. I remember that at some point I closed my eyes, listened to the silent melody flowing from me and gave myself in to the motions the gold formed within me. I was you, we were the gold, crystallizing itself to the measure of light while spreading.”
– From the Story “Measure of Light”
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