The Golden Circuit
The sky tore open before dawn. It was not a storm. It was a wound. Black veins of light pulsed across the firmament. The air tasted of copper and ash. Aldric stood on the ridge. His armor was cold. It had always been cold. He watched the horizon. The Golden Circuit lay below. It was a ring of light. It was the boundary of the world. It was burning. The flames were silent. They did not crackle....
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