The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-21 09:55:50 -

The rain did not fall here; it hung, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of ozone and wet iron, wrapping the landscape in a suffocating stillness that pressed against my eardrums like the weight of deep water. I was running, or perhaps crawling, through the undergrowth of a forest that had no right to exist, its trees twisted into knots of pale wood that looked more like the ribs of buried...

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