The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-20 18:52:37 -

The letter is stained with blood. Or perhaps rust. It is hard to tell. The ink runs in red veins through the parchment. I hold it in my hands. My hands are shaking. They always shake now. Since the day I left the hall. Since the day I broke my sword. Father, do you remember the snow? It fell thick and heavy. It buried the courtyard. It buried the fence. It buried the world. We stood at the...

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