The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mist clings to the ironworks in Derry, a wet, grey shroud that smells of rust and cold coal. You stand on the catwalk of the night shift, your boots ringing against the grated steel. Below, the furnaces glow with a dull, arterial heat, breathing out smoke that hangs in the stagnant air. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, and you are alone. The other men are down in the office, drinking stout...

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