The Golden Circuit

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The dream always began with the dust. It was a fine, golden powder. It coated his tongue. It clogged his throat. Elias woke gasping. The air in the cottage was cold. The walls sweated. Outside, the wind howled like a starving dog. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. The skin was cracked. Red lines ran from knuckle to knuckle. He touched his face. The beard was long. It felt like wire....

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