The Golden Ritual
The air in the Department of Classical Antiquities always smelled of dry dust and old paper, a scent that had long since permeated the fibers of my tweed jacket and the lining of my dreams. I sat at my desk, a small rectangle of mahogany in a vast, windowless room, surrounded by the silent judgments of colleagues who had chosen the path of administrative ease over the rigorous, exhausting labor...
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