The Golden Circuit
The letter lay upon the mahogany desk, its edges already softening with the damp of the November air, a pale rectangle of intent against the dark wood. It was addressed to Elias Thorne, but the hand that had written it belonged to Julian Vane, his brother, his mentor, and, until this morning, his only tether to the waking world. Elias did not read it immediately. He stood by the window of the...
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