The Golden Ritual
The coat arrived with the snow. It was a thing of heavy, charcoal wool, cut for a man who had died before the invention of the zipper. Elias Thorne found it draped over the back of a rusted pickup truck in the yard of the abandoned mill. He was not looking for a coat. He was looking for evidence. Elias was a man of questions. He wore his skepticism like armor, thin and dented. He had spent...
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