The Golden Circuit

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, smelling of damp earth and old paper. Thomas Ashworth read it by the window. The rain in the valley was heavy. It beat against the glass like a thousand small fists. He was fifty years old. His hair was white. His hands shook. He set the letter down. He picked it up again. The seal was broken. The ink was faded. It was from the Council. You are dismissed. There...

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