The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-18 22:10:01 -

The dream always comes to me with the taste of copper and wet stone, a sensation that clings to the back of my throat long after I have woken, reminding me that I am not the man I was before the winter took its toll on the castle walls and the hunger took its toll on my soul. I write this by the light of a tallow candle that sputters and dies in the drafty corner of my cell, the wax pooling...

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