The Golden Ritual
The brass weight of the ledger lay in my palms, cold and unyielding as a coffin lid, while the hum of the electric fans in the Ministry’s basement office seemed to drown out the blood rushing in my ears. I looked up, and Director Halloway was staring at me with the flat, unblinking patience of a man who had already filed my resignation in his mind. "You are accused, Mr. Vane," he said, his...
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