The Golden Ritual
The transfer papers are unsigned, Elias, and until they are, you are merely a functionary who has failed to verify the textile ledgers. Director Halloway sat behind the heavy oak desk, the wood polished to a mirror sheen that reflected his own unblinking face back at you, while the morning light from the high windows caught the dust motes swirling in the stagnant air. You stood there, your...
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