The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The office of the Magistrate did not smell of dust or decay, but of something far more cloying and ancient, a scent like over-ripe peaches left to rot in a sealed jar, and Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests, feeling the gold leaf on the walls pulse with a wet, organic rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the terrified hammering of his own...

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