The Golden Circuit
You woke in the smoke of the final assault. Your hand had found the quill before your mind had found your name. Outside, the citadel of Meridian burned from gate to tower, and the lower city was a red throat swallowing the dark. Yet the Golden Circuit stood on its hill, unharmed, turning its great brazen face to the dawn. It endured. It had always endured. It would endure when you were ash and...
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