The Golden Circuit
The rain had been falling for three days without pause, a heavy, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old fort into slick, black mirrors, and I sat in the corner of the command tent, watching the water drip from the canvas in a steady, rhythmic platter that sounded like the ticking of a clock counting down to a moment I had spent my entire life trying to outrun. My name is Elias...
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