The Golden Circuit
The letter was stained with mud. Elias held it in his hands. The paper was soft. It had been folded. Unfolded. Folded again. The ink had run. He could not read it. He looked at the seal. The seal was broken. He sat by the window. The rain hit the glass. Tap. Tap. Tap. The house was cold. The fire was out. He did not care. "Did you read it?" The voice came from the door. It was Sarah. She stood...
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