The Golden Circuit

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of ozone and the wet, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that seemed to seep through the wool of the greatcoat worn by the figure standing at the head of the table. It was not a nightmare, precisely, but a reverie of such heavy, leaden quality that it felt less like sleep and more like the slow, suffocating descent into a mine shaft where the...

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