The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The uniform was a thing of geometry and silence, cut from a wool so fine it felt less like fabric and more like a second skin woven from shadow. It was the only object in the world that had not changed, even as the world itself rotted into a fog of iron and steam. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the quarry, the morning mist clinging to his shoulders like a widow’s veil, and he checked the...

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