The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The banquet hall of the Whitmore estate smelled of roasting pheasant, stale wine, and the metallic tang of impending judgment. Professor Arthur Penhaligon sat at the far end of the long mahogany table, his fingers wrapped tightly around a chipped porcelain cup, his knuckles white against the delicate floral pattern. He was a man of considerable intellect, a scholar of folklore and comparative...

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