The Golden Circuit

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with black wax that had cracked in the mail. Eleanor sat at her desk in the high tower of the palace, the wind rattling the leaded glass outside. She did not open it immediately. She held it in her lap, feeling the weight of the paper against her thighs. It was a summons. Or perhaps a confession. The ink on the envelope was dry and dark, like old blood....

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