The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fog rolled off the river in thick, grey curtains, smelling of wet wool and old iron. It hung low over the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, obscuring the gas lamps until they were merely smudges of orange light trapped in the mist. Elias Thorne walked with his head down, his shoulders hunched against the chill that seemed to seep into his bones regardless of the heavy coat he wore. In his...

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