The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The Chiltern Hills rose like a broken crown against the September sky, their chalk faces pale as bone beneath the thinning clouds. Henry Ashworth stood at the edge of the ridge, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his overcoat, watching the valley dissolve into mist below. At forty-three, Henry had become a man carved from restraint. As a restorer of medieval manuscripts at the British...

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