The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The gun was warm in his hand. It smelled of burnt copper and old sweat. "Drop it." The voice came from the back of the room. Calm. Dry. Like paper tearing. Miles didn't move. He was a small man. Thin as a rail. His uniform was a size too big, the fabric pooling at his ankles. He held the pistol with two hands. His knuckles were white. Not from anger. From cold. The floor was cold. The air in...

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