The Golden Circuit

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October 1894. The air in Millhaven smelled of wet coal and the sweet, rotting perfume of the hop harvest that had just ended. Elias Thorne sat alone in the back room of the General Store, the door barred against the wind that was starting to bite through the gaps in the window frames. He was not waiting for anyone. He was not expecting anything. He was simply existing in the quiet, a state that...

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