The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ink was blue. That was the first thing I noticed, and the last thing I would ever forget. It sat in the well of the fountain pen, a dark, viscous pool that seemed to swallow the light of my office. I held the pen. My hand trembled, not from fear, but from a strange, light-headedness that felt like standing on the edge of a high roof. I was a clerk. I was no one. Yet I held the instrument of...

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