The Golden Circuit

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The ink had not yet dried on the third page when the first frost claimed the windowpane. It was a quiet, brittle kind of cold, the sort that settles into the marrow of a castle built for kings who no longer existed. Elias sat in the high tower of Ashworth Keep, his back pressed against the stone, watching the condensation form in intricate, fern-like patterns. He was a scholar of the old...

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