The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The banquet hall of Blackwood Manor smelled of roasted pheasant and stale tobacco, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the throat of every guest who lingered too long. You stood at the periphery, your constable’s uniform stiff with dust and the damp chill of the October night, watching the estate’s wealthy patrons laugh over crystal glasses that caught the chandelier light in...

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