The Golden Circuit
The letter was found in the mud of the border road, folded into a square no larger than a man’s palm. It smelled of wet iron and old rain. It was a letter from the past. Or rather, it was a letter that had no past, only a future that had already happened. The paper was rough, made of bark pulp, the ink a dried blood-red. It bore the seal of the Crown, a jagged circle of gold leaf that had...
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