The Golden Circuit

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The ink bled into the parchment not with a splash, but with a slow, deliberate seep, much like the way the light had been dying in the high windows of the Inquisitor’s chamber, turning the gold leaf on the ceiling into a bruised, swollen yellow that seemed to pulse with a terrible, silent heartbeat. I am writing this from the cold stone floor, where the dampness has finally seeped through the...

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