The Golden Circuit

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The letter was stained with blood. It was a bright, arterial red. It ran in thick, ropy veins down the parchment. It pooled in the folds. It crusted around the ink. You held it. Your fingers trembled. Not from cold. The air in the wagon was dry. It was from shock. You were the inquisitor’s clerk. You were Thomas Bradshaw. You were not supposed to see it. You were supposed to be in the back. You...

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