The Golden Circuit

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The ink bled into the parchment. It was a dark, wet stain, spreading like a bruise on the skin of the world. Elias sat in the high tower of the Guild Hall. The wind howled outside. It scraped against the stone. He held his quill. His hand shook. He could not stop it. The city below was silent. A silence that had teeth. It waited for him to finish. He looked at the seal. It was gold. It was...

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