The Golden Circuit

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The blood on the gauntlet was not his own, though it had the same iron scent that clung to the inside of his throat, a metallic tang that refused to be washed away by the cold water of the latrine. Sir Elias Vane stood before the cracked mirror in his private chambers, the stone walls of the manor house humming with the damp chill of the November evening. He was a man of fifty winters, his face...

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