The Golden Circuit

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The ink on the letter you are writing now has dried into a rust-colored crust, much like the iron filings that settle in the gutters of Blackhaven during the long, soot-heavy winters. You hold the quill still, your knuckles white, staring not at the parchment but at the object resting on the desk before you: a heavy, brass-bound gauntlet, the left one, stripped of its leather lining and...

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