The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a thick, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the moor into a soup of peat and mud. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the wet earth with a soft, sucking sound. He was a man of forty, small and precise, with hands that smelled permanently of ink and pipe tobacco. He held a jar. It was a simple glass...

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