The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-18 02:22:29 -

The feast was a wound in the dark. You sat at the long table, your hands hidden beneath the linen, your fingers clawing into your palms until the skin tore. You did not bleed. You had forgotten how to bleed. The candles burned with a low, orange hunger, eating the air, eating the shadows that clung to the corners of the hall. The hall smelled of roast venison, of stale wine, of the thick,...

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