The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fire did not smell like tragedy; it smelled of burnt ozone and cheap carpeting. You were forty-two years old, and your hands were already blistering when you pulled the first scroll from the basement storage. The heat was a physical weight, a hand pressing against your chest, but you did not stop. You could not stop. You were Elias Thorne, junior archivist, and you wanted the promotion to...

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