The Golden Circuit
The letter was written on the back of a shipping invoice, the ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron and river silt, as I sat in the back of the carriage that rattled northward toward the dead city of Vael. My father, Thomas, was a man who believed that if he could just find the Golden Circuit, the great brass ring that supposedly regulated the flow of steam and fortune in the old...
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