The Golden Circuit

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The feast was not of meat. It was of silence. Meredith sat at the head of the long oak table. The wood was cold. The air was thick. Smoked with incense. And with fear. Outside the high, narrow windows, the rain fell. A steady, gray curtain. It hid the world. It hid the truth. Before her lay the case files. They were thick. Bound in leather. The leather was cracked. Like old skin. The pages...

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