The Golden Ritual
The house had always been too quiet for Elias Thorne, a man who had spent forty years chasing the whispers of things that did not exist, and now, in the final autumn of his life, the silence was a physical weight pressing against his temples, a thick, damp wool that muffled the ticking of the clock on the mantel. He sat in his study, a room that smelled of old paper, cold coffee, and the...
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