The Golden Circuit

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The rain fell in sheets against the stained glass, blurring the saints into watercolors of blue and red. Elara sat in the corner of the chapel, her hands wrapped around a clay cup that held no warmth. The air smelled of wet stone and old incense, a scent that had soaked into her bones over the last three months. Outside, the village of Oakhaven lay under a gray shroud, the thatched roofs heavy...

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