The Golden Ritual
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Academy for Advanced Theoretical Inquiry smelled of roasted pheasant and the distinct, metallic tang of old paper, a scent that had permeated the wool of the drapes and the very bones of the stone walls over the course of sixty years. Professor Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his fingers resting lightly on the rim of a crystal goblet...
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