The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-18 06:55:45 -

The feast had not ended, though the candles had burned to waxy nubs and the wine in the crystal decanters had turned the color of old blood. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your hands trembling beneath the linen napkin, your eyes fixed on the silver plate before you. It was empty. It had been empty for hours. But you knew what was coming. You could feel it in the air, a static charge...

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