The Golden Circuit

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The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and dark, reflecting the gaslights like scattered coins. I stood on the corner of Weaver Street, my hand resting on the pommel of the sword that hung at my hip. It was a strange thing, a sword in this city, in this time, but it was mine. It was the only thing that felt real. My name is Elias. I am a soldier in the Guard of the Inner Circle....

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