The Golden Circuit

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The dream was always the same. A red gate. Locked. I stood before it, my hands shaking, holding a key that felt too heavy for my palm. In the dream, the gate did not open. I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I have worn the uniform for twenty years. Twenty years of holding the line. Or so I thought. The town of Millbrook is small. You can walk from the jail...

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