The Golden Circuit

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the keep into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky. I sat in the corner of the high chamber, my back pressed against the cold stone, my hands wrapped around a cup of ale that had gone cold an hour ago. The air smelled of damp wool, old wax, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that clings to a...

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