The Golden Circuit

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The letter lay on the slate table, its wax seal unbroken, a dark crimson droplet hardening in the cold air of the watchtower. It was the third day since the bridge had burned, and the silence that followed the smoke was heavier than the ash that still drifted down from the northern ridge. Thomas Bradshaw picked up the parchment, his fingers numb not from the biting wind that howled through the...

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