The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The brass key was cold. It bit into the meat of my thumb, a small, sharp pain that woke the nerves in my hand. I held it up to the window of my office, watching the afternoon light catch the teeth of the metal. It was a fine key, polished to a mirror shine, the kind of object that belonged in a museum or a vault, not in the pocket of a man who smelled of sweat and damp wool. I am Elias Thorne....

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