The Golden Ritual
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey drizzle that turned the gravel path to the estate into a slurry of mud and decay. You stood in the doorway of the study, your umbrella dripping onto the warped floorboards, and looked at the desk where your father’s final notes were supposed to be. The air in the house was thick with the scent of mildew and old paper, a smell that had...
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