The Golden Circuit

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The ink smudged. Rain hit the window. Hard. Relentless. Silas Vance sat alone. In the dark. The house was old. Stone walls. High ceilings. Dust motes danced. In the beam. From the streetlight. Outside. He held the letter. Torn. Frayed edges. His hand shook. Not from cold. Fear. The seal was broken. Wax. Red. Like dried blood. The paper was soft. Worn. Faded. A symbol. Printed. A circle. With a...

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