The Golden Ritual
The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A high, thin shriek that tore through the silence of the office like a nail pulled from dry wood. I flinched. My hand tightened on the edge of the desk. The wood was cold. I liked the cold. It kept the heat out. "Stop it," I whispered. The bell rang again. I looked up. The room was empty. No one was there. No one was ever there. Just the files....
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