The Golden Circuit

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The letter was short. It was written in ink that had dried to the color of dried blood. Thomas read it three times. His hands shook. Not from cold. The cellar was warm. Too warm. The air smelled of damp stone and old meat. "Go," it said. "They are coming for the boy. Leave now. Do not look back. Do not save him." Thomas looked at the cage. Inside the cage sat a small bird. It was a thrush. Or...

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