The Golden Circuit

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The ink on the parchment was still wet when the bell tolled for the third watch. Elias sat in the corner of the scriptorium, his back pressed against the cold stone wall, his eyes fixed on the single line of text he had just written. It was a simple sentence, a command from the Abbot, but the letters seemed to bleed into the vellum, spreading dark and irrevocable. Around him, the other scribes...

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