The Golden Circuit

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The fire took the west wing first. It started in the eaves, a whisper of orange that turned into a roar. Elias stood on the porch. He held the jar. It was cold. Heavy. The glass bit into his palm. The village was waking up. Lanterns flickered in the windows. Smoke choked the air. It tasted like ash and old blood. "Get him," someone shouted. A voice from the crowd. "Get him out." Elias did not...

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