The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The canisters were leaking a faint, golden dust that smelled of burnt sugar and ozone, a scent that clung to the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s throat like a bad habit, and he knew, with the bone-deep certainty of a man who had spent thirty years policing the border between the living and the exhausted, that this was not a ritual but a rot, a slow, sweet decay that was eating the very foundations of...

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