The Golden Circuit

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the wind began to howl through the cracks of the watchtower, a sound that seemed to peel back the layers of the night and expose the raw, trembling heart of the city below, where the gas lamps flickered with a sickly, jaundiced light that did little to warm the bones of those who huddled in the alleys like stray dogs waiting for a master who would...

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