The Golden Ritual
The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Internal Security did not merely illuminate the room; they weighed upon it, a constellation of crystal and brass that cast a cold, surgical light over the assembled ranks of the border enforcement division. Elias Thorne stood near the periphery of the dining table, his hand resting on the hilt of the ceremonial dagger that hung at his belt,...
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