The Golden Circuit

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the windowpane of the train car, blurring the city of St. Jude’s into a watercolor smear of brick and iron. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his back rigid against the worn velvet seat, his hands resting on his lap with the stillness of a man who has spent a lifetime holding his breath....

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