The Golden Ritual
The pen was still wet on the page when I slammed the ledger shut, the sound cracking through the silence of the office like a bone breaking under a boot. I stood up, my knees popping, and pointed a finger at Mr. Sterling, who sat behind the mahogany desk with the easy, bored expression of a man watching a fly buzz against a windowpane. "Thomas Vane is to be reinstated," I said, my voice low but...
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