The Golden Ritual
Chapter One "Put down the trowel, Gupta. You are done for the day." Vijay Gupta did not move. He stood in the yard of the municipal depot, the smell of wet limestone and rotting canal water hanging heavy in the air. It was forty-two of the Bellfounders' Walk, a street where the paving stones were worn smooth by decades of cart wheels and the footsteps of men who paid for their silence with...
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