The Golden Circuit

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The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the priory, a relentless, rhythmic static that drowned out the thoughts of Thomas Ashworth. He sat by the cold hearth, his hands wrapped around a clay mug of water that tasted of iron and damp stone. He was a scribe. A keeper of the Golden Circuit. Or so the Abbot believed. Or so the world believed, before the world...

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