The Golden Ritual
The ledger slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a sound like a bone breaking, the pages fanning out to reveal the ink still wet on the final entry, a smudge of black against the white paper that looked uncomfortably like a bruise. I stood there, my hands trembling so violently that I could not steady them to pick it up, while Mr. Hale watched me from behind his desk, his face a mask...
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