The Golden Circuit

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax the color of dried blood. It was from Elias, the man who had once sold my silence for a house in the hills, and now sold my voice for a price I could not yet fathom. I stood at the edge of the cliff where the Atlantic churned against the basalt, the wind tearing at my coat, and I opened it. The paper was thin, brittle as the wing of a dead moth....

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