The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain lashed against the high windows of the Chancellor’s office. It was a gray, relentless downpour that blurred the view of the quad below. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and wet wool. Julian Vane stood by the fireplace. He did not look at the fire. He looked at the brass bell. It sat on the velvet runner. It was small, no larger than a fist. The metal was dark with age. The surface...

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