The Golden Ritual
"The ledger is wrong, Inspector. It has always been wrong, and you are the only one in this house foolish enough to read the margins." Margaret Ashworth did not look up from the mahogany desk. Her fingers, long and pale as birch bark, tapped a rhythmic, silent beat against the leather cover of the book. The room was dim, suffused with the amber haze of late afternoon light filtering through...
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