The Golden Circuit

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The ink is still wet on the parchment, and the smell of the iron-gall bites at your nostrils as you press the quill against the skin of the page. You are bleeding. It is a small cut, a jagged tear in the pad of your thumb from the reed pen, but it feels like a gash in the soul, a red thread connecting you to the terrible truth that has just unfolded in the candlelit chamber of the Magistrate’s...

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