The Golden Circuit
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the paper yellowed and brittle as autumn leaves, bearing the seal of the Meridian Insurance Company, a firm that had ceased to exist in the physical world three years prior but persisted, with terrifying vitality, within the minds of those who had once sworn oaths upon its ledger. Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose life had been measured in the precise, unyielding...
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