The Golden Circuit

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The letter sat on the table. It was written in ink that had dried to a rusty brown. The paper was thin. It felt like skin. Elara read it again. She had read it a hundred times. The words were simple. They were cold. You are guilty, it said. The Court has decided. You must leave. You must take the gold. You must wear it. You must not return. Elara folded the paper. Her hands shook. The room was...

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