The Golden Ritual
Chapter One "You are missing the vital index," Director Vieri said, his voice flat and dry as the recycled air in the reading room. Franca Lancia looked up from the catalogue, her fingers stained a faint, sickly gold. The light from the overhead lamps was harsh, exposing the dust motes that swirled in the stagnant air of the undersea habitat. She had been working on the medicinal records for...
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