The Golden Circuit

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The wind tore at the shutters of the high tower, a sound like tearing cloth that had gone on for so long it had become the rhythm of her breathing. Margaret Holloway stood before the window, her hands clasped tightly around the iron bar that separated her from the void below. Outside, the night was a bruised purple, swollen with the threat of rain. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the...

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