The Golden Ritual
The alarm screamed at 04:00. It did not ask for permission. It tore through the silence of the precinct like a jagged shard of glass, shattering the fragile illusion that the world was still asleep. Detective Elias Thorne sat up in his cot, the springs groaning in protest. He was not a man who woke easily. He was a man who had been asleep by choice, a voluntary surrender to the dark. Now he was...
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