The Golden Circuit

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The letter lies open on the oak table, the ink still wet in the deepening twilight of the stone scriptorium, and you are already gone, or perhaps you have never truly been here, for the dream that has swallowed you is thick with the scent of damp wool, cold iron, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood that seems to coat the back of your throat even in your sleep, a taste so visceral it feels...

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