The Golden Ritual
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of the city into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the dying neon of a world that had long since forgotten how to shine, and in the center of this deluge, crouching beneath the dripping eaves of a condemned municipal hall, Officer Elias Thorne watched the water pool around his boots, feeling the cold seep...
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