The Golden Ritual
"You missed a line, Thorne. A single, unexcused line." The voice came from the ceiling, or perhaps from the walls, which were currently expanding outward with a slow, rhythmic heave. I did not look up from my ledger. I was cross-referencing the fiscal year 2018 allocations for the Department of Civic Memory against the physical inventory of the East Wing. The ink on my pen was dry, the nib...
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