The Golden Circuit

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The ink on the parchment was still wet when Sir Alistair Thorne began to tremble. It was a fine, autumnal morning in the capital, the kind where the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp stone and woodsmoke, and the light filters through the high, arched windows of the Hall of Justice in pale, dusty shafts. Alistair sat at the long oak table, his hands resting flat against the cold wood,...

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