The Golden Circuit

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The dream was of mud. Thick, sucking clay that pulled at the boots and the bones alike. It smelled of iron and rot. Waking brought the cold of the stone floor and the weight of the iron collar around the throat. Elias Thorne sat up. His left hand trembled. It always did. The flesh there was gone, replaced by the cold, silent metal of the regulator. A device of peace. A tool of control. He...

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