The Golden Circuit

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The ink on my hands has not dried in three days, nor will it, for I am no longer the man who writes, but the ink itself. I sit in the high, vaulted room of the Archive, where the air is thick with the scent of decaying vellum and the cold, metallic taste of old secrets. My brother, Julian, stands by the window, his silhouette cut sharp against the gray afternoon light. He does not look at me....

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