The Golden Circuit

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The feast was a riot of gold. It hung in the air, thick as smoke, tasting of copper and burnt sugar. You sat at the high table, your small hands folded over the porcelain plate, watching the light refract through the dust motes. It was a beautiful light. It did not blink. It did not waver. It simply was. Your brother, Julian, sat to your left. He was older, his face sharp with a kind of brittle...

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