The Golden Circuit

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The ink in the well is black as the soil of the valley, and it smells of iron and old blood, a scent that has seeped into the pores of my hands and the very fabric of the linen sheets I sleep upon, for I have been writing, and I have been burning, and I have been counting the days since the last of the gold left the ledger, leaving only the hollow ache of a debt that can no longer be paid in...

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