The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain hit the glass. Hard. I watched it streak down. Cold. Grey. The boiler clanked. A rhythmic, industrial heartbeat. It was 1893. The air tasted of coal smoke and ozone. I held the vial. Glass. Thin. Fragile. Inside, a liquid. Gold. It shimmered. Not like water. Like liquid sunlight. Or perhaps, pure time. "You are late, Mr. Ashworth." The voice was flat. Dry. Like sandpaper on wood. I...

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