The Golden Circuit

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening like a bruise under the low light of the lantern, when the first blow landed. It was not a strike from a sword or a spear, but the heavy, rhythmic thud of a mallet against a bellows, a sound that had become the only heartbeat in the village of Oakhaven since the winter frost claimed the harvest. Elias stood at the center of the forge, his hands...

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