The Golden Circuit

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The rain has not stopped for three days. It taps against the slate roof of the cottage like a finger drumming on a glass table, a persistent, hollow rhythm that has seeped into the marrow of your bones. You sit by the cold hearth, your hands wrapped around a clay bowl. Inside, the porridge simmers. It is not merely oatmeal. It is thick, heavy, and the color of old honey, glowing with a faint,...

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