The Golden Ritual
The crate was heavier than it looked, a dense block of amber resin sealed in lead-lined steel, and you felt its weight settle into the marrow of your wrists before the train even stopped. You are Elias, forty-two, a junior archivist at the Ministry of Preservation, and your hands are beginning to betray you. The tremor is subtle, a fine vibration in the tips of your fingers that you hide by...
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