The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was always of the gears. They turned with a sound like grinding teeth, a slow, metallic chewing that filled the small, dark room where Arthur Pendelton lay awake. He did not sleep. He watched the imaginary machinery in his mind, the brass and iron teeth meshing in a perfect, indifferent rhythm. This was the nature of the curse. To know the mechanism was to hear its groan. To see the...

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