The Golden Ritual
The iron gate shuddered under the weight of the ram. It was not a gate of wood, but of riveted steel, a monolith of industrial ambition standing at the threshold of the Ministry of Internal Security. Colonel Arthur Vance did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the seam where the metal met the concrete foundation, a hairline fracture he had identified three days prior during a routine...
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