The Golden Circuit

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The rain did not fall; it was summoned. It came down in thick, gray sheets that turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a slick, mirror-like expanse, reflecting the torches that lined the narrow alleyways. Elara Vance pressed her back against the cold, wet stone of the wall, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her hands were bound at the wrists with strips of white linen, tight...

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