The Golden Circuit
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in oilcloth. It smelled of sulfur and dried lavender. Elara opened it in the kitchen. The door was locked. The windows were barred. She was confined to the tower, the highest room in the Blackwood estate, a structure of stone and silence. She read the words. They were technical. Precise. "Subject: The Extraction of Vitality via Gastric Alchemy. Phase...
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