The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain in Harrow’s End did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of coats and the glass of windows, erasing the distinction between the street and the sidewalk. Elias Thorne walked with his collar turned up, his breath a small, frantic thing inside the cold air. He was a man of middle years, precise in his movements, his mind a ledger of facts and figures...

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