The Golden Circuit

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The ink dried before the page cooled. I am writing this from the tower of the Keep. The wind howls through the cracks in the stone. It is a cold sound. It sounds like teeth grinding. I hold the vial in my left hand. The glass is warm. It is warm because my blood is in it. Or perhaps it is warm because it is alive. I cannot tell the difference anymore. My hands are steady. A surgeon’s hands. A...

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