The Golden Ritual
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its cream paper stark against the dark wood. It was a formal notice of suspension, signed by Dean Halloway, and Elias Thorne read it twice, his eyes tracing the precise, cold lines of the typography. The light in the atrium was failing, the late afternoon sun cutting through the high glass in sharp, dusty beams that illuminated the dust motes dancing around...
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