The Golden Ritual
The ledger was open, its pages heavy with the weight of the last month’s audits, and Serife Ozkan stared at the empty space where the Golden Ritual should have been, feeling the cold damp of the telegraph office seep into his bones. It had been three days since the theft, three days since the High Priest’s shadow had fallen across the desk like a verdict, and now the silence in the room was so...
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