The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain had not ceased in three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick mirrors of the dying city. I stood before the great oak door of the Whitmore estate, my hand resting on the cold brass knocker, feeling the vibration of my own pulse against the metal. It was a sound like a trapped bird beating its wings against the cage of my ribs. I was a...

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