The Golden Circuit
You hold the tooth. It is not a real tooth. It is a shard of bone. Or perhaps ivory. It is white. It is warm. It has been in your mouth for hours. You are in the basement. The walls are damp. The air smells of mildew and old grease. You are a scholar. You study the history of the mill. You have been here for three days. The boss, Mr. Silas Vane, has locked you in. He is a big man. He wears a...
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