The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain had stopped, but the air remained thick, smelling of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of old blood. Arthur stood by the window of Room 402, watching the city bleed into the twilight. He was not a man given to introspection, nor was he a saint. He was a man who had eaten too much and spoken too little, a vessel of guilt that had curdled into something solid. The institution, St. Jude’s...

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