The Golden Circuit
You wake before the bell. The dream is still wet in your mind, a pool of silver rain. You are standing in the library, the one built of stone and silence. The shelves stretch up into a dark that has no name. You are looking for a book. You know you are looking for a book. The spine is black. The title is written in gold, but the letters are gone. You find it. You pull it from the shelf. The...
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