The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The brass badge in my pocket hummed against my thigh, a low, golden vibration that felt less like metal and more like a living thing breathing. I stood in the smog-choked streets of New London, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and wet wool, my eyes fixed on the fog rolling in from the harbor. I was Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I wanted only one thing: the pension...

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