The Golden Circuit

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The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry, heated air of the command tent, a fragile rectangle of cream-colored paper that seemed to absorb the dim light of the kerosene lamp rather than reflect it, and to Elias Thorne, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, it appeared less like a piece of correspondence and more like a shed skin, a translucent...

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