The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The thread snags, and the sound is not the soft pull of silk but the shriek of a wire snapping in a crowded room. You look up from the lapel of the Duke’s morning coat, the needle suspended in the air, and for a moment the workshop is silent except for the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece and the low, persistent hum that lives behind your left ear. It is 1912, and the city of Varkov is a...

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