The Golden Circuit
The ink was still wet on the final line of the ledger when the bell above the door chimed, a sharp, metallic note that cut through the heavy, woodsmoke scent of the room. Elias Thorne looked up from his desk, his fingers stained black with the residue of the quill, and saw the figure standing in the doorway. It was not a customer. It was not a supplier. It was his father, or rather, the ghost...
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