The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bus arrived at the depot in a silence that felt heavy, as if the air itself had thickened around the tires. Margot stepped off, her heels clicking against the wet asphalt with a rhythm that felt less like walking and more like counting down. The station was a concrete box, gray and indifferent, smelling of diesel and damp wool. She clutched her bag tighter. Inside, wrapped in acid-free...

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