The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The iron gates of Ashworth Manor did not groan; they sighed, a long, metallic exhalation that carried the scent of wet coal and stale rain into the grand foyer. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of grey, industrial Tuesday that pressed against the windows like a damp cloth. Inside, the air was thick with the perfume of roasted pheasant and the sharper, underlying odor of sweat, a physical...

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