The Golden Ritual
The champagne flute in your hand feels heavy, the crystal thick and cold against your palm, a small, perfect circle of glass that holds nothing but your own distorted reflection. You are Hester Wickham, senior geologist, and you are standing in the center of the Meridian Group’s annual gala, the air thick with the scent of roasted duck and expensive perfume. Your want is simple and concrete:...
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