The Golden Circuit

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, a dark, viscous thing that seemed to pull the light into its depths before drying into the permanent black of record. Erasmus sat alone in the scriptorium, the air thick with the smell of oak gall and iron, the silence of the stone room pressing against his ears like water against a hull. It was the hour of vespers, though the candles he had lit were the...

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