The Golden Circuit

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The candle guttered in the iron sconce, casting long, trembling shadows against the damp stone walls of the keep. Thomas Bradshaw sat on the cold floor, his back against the unyielding masonry, and watched the flame. It was a solitary act, this vigil. The rest of the garrison slept, or pretended to, in the barracks below. Up here, in the high watchroom where the wind whistled through the cracks...

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