The Golden Ritual
The morning light cuts across the oak desk, catching the dust motes that dance in the stale air of the study. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two, and in three days you will hand over your badge and the keys to your apartment, ending a career spent verifying the authenticity of other people’s pasts. On the desk sits the chalice, a heavy, dull gold thing that Halloway has already condemned as a...
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