The Golden Circuit
The letter was found in the drawer. It was dated three years ago. Ink faded. Paper brittle. Thomas sat. He read. The words were his own. He had forgotten. He had written to his daughter, Elara. She was ten then. Now she was thirteen. She was gone. Not dead. Just gone. Lost in the mist. The letter said this. It described the place. The Hall of Echoes. A structure of white stone. Towering....
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