The Golden Ritual
Elias. The name is called out from the shadows of the archive, sharp and final, cutting through the dust that hangs in the air like suspended time. You turn, your back aching from the slant of the desk, and see Director Halloway standing in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the grey light of the corridor. He does not enter. He simply looks at you, a man looking at a stain on a carpet, and...
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