The Golden Ritual
Chapter One Joon-ho Yeo was a man who had not slept in three days, his body a hollow thing rattling against the cold of the northern ridge, and he sat in the driver’s seat of the night bus, the last run of the week, watching the olive terraces of the bankrupt slopes scroll past in the grey light. He held the pen in his hand, the ink still wet on the form he had drafted in the small hours,...
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