The Golden Circuit

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the smell of rot reached the cellar door. Elias Thorne wiped his hands on his apron, the linen stiff with the dust of centuries, and looked up at the scratching that had begun behind the wainscoting. It was not the scratch of a rat, nor the settling of the old oak beams in the deepening autumn chill. It was a rhythmic, deliberate tapping, like a...

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