The Golden Circuit
The ring was gold. Not bright gold. Not the kind you see in jewelry stores, under glass, catching the light with a cheap, cheerful shine. This was a dull, heavy thing. A band. It sat on the finger like a shackle. It had no gemstone. No engraving. Just a circle of yellow metal, worn smooth by years of sweat and skin. Elias held it up. The light in the antechamber was harsh. Fluorescent tubes...
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