The Golden Circuit
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the day the frost had finally surrendered to the thaw, leaving the cobblestones of the courtyard slick and treacherous. It was from the Chancery, bearing the heavy wax seal of the Inner Circle, a ring of gold that caught the pale winter light and held it, unyielding. Dr. Elias Thorne did not open it immediately. He stood by the window of his study, a room that...
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