The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-20 06:26:39 -

The letter lay on the table. It was yellowed. The ink was brown. Thomas looked at it. He held the glass of wine. He did not drink. The cellar was cold. The stones were damp. He had been here for three days. No one came. The door was locked. He turned the page. My dear brother, The harvest was poor. The wheat was black. We ate the roots. We ate the bark. I sent you the bread. I cut my hand. The...

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