The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The morphine ampule was cold, its glass surface slick with condensation, and Elias Thorne held it with a grip that felt less like possession and more like a restraint, his knuckles white against the dark soil of the trench. The Somme mud sucked at his boots with a wet, rhythmic suction that echoed the thumping of his own heart, a sound so loud in the hollow of his chest that it drowned out the...

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