The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The pipe groaned, a sound like a bone snapping in a wet ear. Elias Thorne did not look up. He kept his eyes on the gauge, the needle trembling against the red zone. The smell hit him first, thick and metallic, the scent of old pennies mixed with the rot of the undercity. It was a smell he had known for twenty years, the smell of the job that had kept his daughter, Lily, in a warm bed while the...

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