The Golden Ritual
In the shadow of the Thames, where the river folds around the old warehouses of Southwark like a mother's folded arms, there stood a building that had no business surviving the Blitz—or the decades after. It was a Georgian townhouse, narrow and tall, its brick face scarred by shrapnel and painted over so many times the original colour had become a memory beneath layers of lead white and...
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