The Golden Circuit
The letter lies before you, the parchment brittle as a winter leaf, the ink faded to the color of dried blood. You are reading it now, in the quiet of the night, while the rain hammers against the stained glass of the great hall, a sound that mimics the frantic beating of your own heart. You have traveled for three days to arrive at this place, a sprawling estate of black stone and white bone,...
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