The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-19 12:01:03 -

The bread was dry. I remember the dryness. It stuck to the roof of my mouth like old plaster. We sat in the Great Hall of the Abbey, the air thick with the smell of roasted goose and stale wine. The candles were tall tapers, dripping wax onto the stone floor. The stones were cold. My hands were cold. I wrapped my fingers around my mug. The clay was warm. I held it for a long time. I did not...

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