The Golden Circuit

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The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet stone. It was a recurring phantasm, a circuit of golden light that pulsed beneath the flagstones of the Great Hall, a vein of divinity running through the dead earth of the city. Sir Alaric Vane woke with his hand clamped around the hilt of his sword, his breath coming in ragged gasps that echoed in the high vaulted ceiling of his quarters. The...

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