The Golden Circuit
The ink was still wet when the first arrow struck the parchment. Captain Elias Thorne did not flinch. He had learned long ago that flinching betrayed the heart, and the heart was the only thing that mattered in the Gilded Circuit. The arrow, fletched with feathers dyed the color of dried blood, thumped softly against the table. It had pierced the seal of the letter he was writing. Elias picked...
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