The Golden Ritual
Thorne, you are late for the count. The voice of the Head of Archives, Director Halloway, cut through the low hum of the ventilation shafts, sharp and metallic, vibrating in the fillings of your teeth. You stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Records, your hands still stained with the iron-gall ink of the restoration room, and watched the shimmering boundary that encircled your desk pulse...
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