The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the manor house, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very bones of the oak floorboards. Arthur Pendelton stood in the center of the library, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had descended upon the estate. In his left hand, he clutched a small, velvet pouch, worn soft and...

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