The Golden Ritual
The conversation began with the sound of a stamp hitting the desk, a sharp, violent crack that echoed in the sterile air of Director Vance’s office. Elias Thorne stood rigid, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar, dull throb in his chest that had become his second heartbeat over the last six months. He was forty years old, twenty-two years into a career that was supposed to...
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