The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bar was loud. Too loud. The air smelled of stale beer and wet wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the end of the counter. He held a glass. It was empty. He tapped it against his teeth. A small brass object sat on the table before him. It was a watch. Gold casing. Cracked face. The second hand was missing. Thorne looked at the watch. Then he looked at the door. Two men entered. They wore...

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