The Golden Circuit

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The rain in Blackwood was not water, but a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat like a second skin, cold and damp. He stood on the cobblestones of the High Street, watching the gas lamps flicker to life as the sun bled out behind the jagged skyline of the old city. In his pocket, his hand rested on the small, velvet pouch that held the last of his savings, a sum...

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