The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The room smelled of ozone and wet wool. Arthur woke to the sound of rain hitting the glass, a steady, rhythmic drumming that seemed to come from inside his own skull. He lay still for a moment, listening. The bed was cold. The sheets were stiff with damp. He sat up. The air felt thick, heavy, like breathing through a wet cloth. Across the room, a single lamp burned low. It cast long, distorted...

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