The Golden Ritual
"Your hands are shaking, Dr. Vance." I looked down. They were indeed trembling. A fine, high-frequency vibration that I had not felt since my early twenties. The ivory cufflinks on my shirt caught the cold light of the chandelier. They were perfect. They were new. They were mine. "Adrenaline," I said. My voice sounded thin in the vast, vaulted ceiling of the Senate chamber. "The weight of the...
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