The Golden Ritual
The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Meridian Institute, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate through the marble floors and into the bones of the archivists who worked below. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and bent with the specific curvature of a man who has spent two decades hunching over catalog cards, sat at his desk in the lower archive, his fingers tracing...
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