The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-21 13:47:35 -

The train did not so much arrive as it seeped into the station, a grey, exhalation of steam and iron that smelled of wet wool and old paper. I stepped out onto the platform, my boots sinking slightly into the gravel, and the air of the capital hit me with the specific, aching weight of expectation. I was Elias Thorne, and I was a failure. Or so the rumors said. Or so the silence around me...

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