The Golden Circuit
The rain hit the stone. It was a cold, gray drumming. I wrote this in the dark. The candle flickered. My hand shook. Not from fear. From cold. I am Thomas. I was a man of the Law. I wore the silver. I carried the weight of the King’s peace. For thirty years, I believed in the scale. I believed in the gavel. I believed that truth was a thing you could hold. A solid thing. Then I met him. He was...
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