The Golden Ritual
The name was called out not as a greeting but as a summons, a sharp, flat syllable that cut through the humid, stale air of the Meridian Insurance Bureau’s archives, where the smell of decaying paper and ozone from the overheated fluorescent lights hung thick enough to taste. Arthur Vane turned from the filing cabinet, his spine stiff with the particular ache of a man who had spent forty years...
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