The Golden Ritual
The air in the sub-basement of the Meridian Institute was not merely cold, but structurally hostile, a dense, stale atmosphere that seemed to press against Elias Thorne’s eardrums with the weight of archived silence. He sat before the heavy oak desk, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted the magnifying loupe over the open spine of the Golden Ledger, a volume of such antiquity and...
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