The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The gold medallion sat heavy in your palm, a cold, yellow disc that smelled of sweat and old metal. You were twelve years old, standing in the mud of the city square, and the crowd was not looking at you with pity but with the sharp, hungry curiosity of people watching a dog step on a nail. The light was flat, a gray sheet stretched over the cobblestones, and it made the Inspector’s shadow fall...

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