The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The name was called out not by voice, but by the dry rasp of a stylus against parchment, a sound that had begun to define the rhythm of my days. "Thorne," the clerk at the intake desk said, his tone flat, devoid of the courtesy one might extend to a fellow human being. "Your file is on the Correction Desk. Halloway expects you before the bell." I was thirty-two years old, a junior clerk in the...

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