The Golden Ritual
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, when the fog lay so thick against the windows of the Whitmore estate that the world outside seemed to have been erased, leaving only the damp, rotting smell of the garden and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. It was a standard notification from the Ministry of Public Health, printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, bearing the official seal in red...
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