The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain fell hard on the cobblestones of London, turning the gutters into brown rivers. Silas stood on the corner. He watched the clock. It said nine. The steam from the vents hissed like a dying breath. He adjusted his belt. The leather was stiff. It chafed his hip. He had been a constable for ten years. Ten years of walking. Ten years of looking. His knees ached. A dull, grinding pain. Like...

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