The Golden Circuit

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The letter lay on the table, its ink still wet, bleeding into the parchment like a bruise. Elias stared at it. The words were simple. They were also a death sentence. He had asked for the truth, and the truth had come back wearing a face he did not recognize. It was his father’s face. It was the face of the village elder, the man who had raised him, the man who had taught him to read the stars...

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