The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air in the Ministry of Eternal Records smelled of ozone and old dust. It was a dry scent, like the inside of a hollow tree. Margaret stood at her desk. Her hands were steady. They had to be. The ink on her quill was black, but it shimmered with a faint, oily iridescence. She knew what it was. She knew what it did. Across the room, Thomas Bradshaw sat in his high-backed chair. He was a small...

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