The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The roof collapsed at dawn. It came down in a groan of splintered oak and wet plaster. The dust tasted of ancient rot. I stood in the hall. My heart hammered. A single beam remained. It hung above the parlor. It was golden. It was the only thing left standing. My name is Arthur. I work for the estate. I am the caretaker. I am the shadow in the corner. I am the one who dusts the shelves. I am...

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