The Golden Circuit

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The rain fell like a verdict. It was cold. Hard. It soaked through the wool of my coat and settled in the marrow of my bones. I walked. I had nowhere else to go. The road was mud. The sky was gray. I am writing this to you, brother. Do not read it until I am gone. Or do not read it at all. I do not care. I am tired. The weight of the badge is heavier than the sword I carried in the old days....

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