The Golden Circuit

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The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown. It struck the stone of the abbey window with the force of a fist, a relentless, gray assault that turned the world outside into a smear of mud and shadow. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old ink. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the cell, his back to the door. He was a man carved from the same silence that filled the...

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