The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The coffee was bitter. Too much water, not enough time. I stirred the sludge in the ceramic cup, watching the brown vortex tighten. It was a small, ugly thing. A microcosm of my week. "You’re late, Elias," the voice said. It was smooth. Oiled. It belonged to a man who did not need to raise his volume to be heard. I looked up. Mr. Sterling sat across from me. His suit was charcoal, cut with a...

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