The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was always the same. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the sight of his left hand, which he could not move, turning translucent. In the dream, the skin was not flesh but gold leaf, thin and brittle, flaking away in bright, expensive chips whenever he tried to grip a pen. He lay in his narrow bed in the grey London flat, listening to the traffic on King’s...

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