The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ink was not ink, but a viscous, golden fluid that smelled of burnt sugar and old blood, and it sat in the center of the heavy oak table like a sleeping eye, waiting for me to break the silence that had stretched over the Bureau of Archival Integrity for three hundred years, a silence so thick it had calcified into the very walls, the floors, the air we breathed, which was filtered through...

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