The Golden Ritual
The departure was not of a person but of a certainty, leaving the sterile white tiles of the orthopedic clinic in the town of Harrowgate feeling less like a place of healing and more like a vessel emptied of its essential fluid, leaving behind only the dry, abrasive residue of time that had ground down the marrow of Dr. Arthur Pendelton’s understanding. He stood in the corridor, his hands...
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