The Golden Circuit

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The rain did not fall so much as it was poured from a bruised and swollen sky, a relentless, gray deluge that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the shattered gaslights of a city that had forgotten how to sleep. Margaret Holloway stood on the wet steps of the abandoned textile mill, her trench coat heavy with water, her fingers trembling not from the...

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