The Golden Circuit

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the observatory, a rhythmic, metallic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very bones of the stone floor. Inside, the air was cold and smelled of ozone, old dust, and the sharp, metallic tang of heated copper. Elias stood before the primary telescope, his small hands trembling as he adjusted the fine focus knob. He was twelve, though he...

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