The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The key bit was jammed. Beatrice Danforth turned the brass cylinder in the lock, her wrist aching from the twelve-hour shift, and felt the mechanism grind against rust that had nothing to do with the weather. It was the smell that hit her first, a thick, medicinal cloy of carbolic acid and damp wool that hung in the corridor of Blackwood Asylum like a physical weight. She shoved the door open....

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