The Golden Circuit
The ink had not yet dried on the final entry, the cursive loop of the letter *e* still trembling in the dark air of the cell, when the shadow of the executioner fell across the threshold, a long, thin thing that stretched out to meet Thomas’s own reflection in the damp stone floor, merging with it in a grotesque embrace that felt less like a visit and more like a confirmation of a debt that had...
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