The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fog that rolled off the river was not merely a meteorological phenomenon but a physical weight, a damp, grey shroud that pressed against the glass of the carriage windows and seeped into the wool of Margaret Holloway’s coat, settling into the fibers like a second skin that refused to be removed. She sat in the corner of the third-class compartment, her knees drawn up to her chest, her hands...

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