The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The seal is cold, Margaret. It has always been cold. You hold it in your left hand, the wax brittle under your thumb, while Director Vane watches from across the mahogany desk. The room is warm, stiflingly so, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper. He does not look at the seal. He looks at your hands. "Catalogue it," he says, his voice soft, almost kind. "The Golden Ritual. We...

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