The Golden Circuit

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It was raining again when the letters arrived, a steady, gray weeping against the leaded glass of the monastery library, the kind of rain that seemed to soak into the stone itself and stay there, turning the ancient mortar to a soft, damp paste that smelled of decay and old paper. Elias sat at his desk, the ink still wet on the page of his journal, his hand trembling slightly as he wrote down...

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