The Golden Ritual
The ledger had forty-seven pages, and you counted them twice before you opened the first one. The smell of the study was thick, a cloying mix of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves. You needed the Golden Ritual to clear the debts on the Ashworth estate, a superstition that promised wealth in exchange for a memory, a...
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