The Golden Circuit

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The letter lay on the oak table. The ink was dry. It smelled of iron and old paper. Sir Aldric stood. He did not look at the desk. He looked at the wall. The stone was cold. It was always cold in the Keep. The wind howled outside. It sounded like a beast in pain. He picked up the letter. His hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the trouble. He was a soldier of the High Court. He...

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