The Golden Circuit

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The ink on the page was still wet, glistening with the dampness of the November fog that clung to the iron railings of the estate, and Captain Elias Thorne felt the weight of the pen less as a tool of administration and more as a leaden anchor dragging him down into the silt of his own conscience. He sat in the study, a room that smelled of stale tobacco, beeswax, and the slow, sweet decay of...

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