The Golden Circuit

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The letter was yellowed. The ink had faded to the color of dried blood. Elias sat in the dark. The room smelled of damp wool and old paper. He held the parchment in his hands. His fingers trembled. The candle flickered. Shadows danced on the walls. He read the words again. *The coat is not for the dead. It is for the man who remembers.* Elias closed his eyes. He heard the wind outside. It...

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