The Golden Circuit
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the ink still wet with the scent of lavender and old fear, bearing a seal of gold leaf that had begun to flake into the white paper like dead skin. I read it by the fire in the study, the flames licking at the hearth with a hunger that mirrored my own, and I knew then that the silence of our ancestral home had become a living thing, a beast that had finally...
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