The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The brass key was still warm from Vane’s hand, resting on the blotter of his desk like a dropped coin. I picked it up, the metal slick and heavy against my palm, and looked around the empty office. The chair was still holding the impression of his weight, the leather creaking softly as the air cooled in the vacuum he had left behind. I was Elias Thorne, junior auditor, and in three days the...

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