The Golden Circuit
The ink had barely dried on the final line of his correspondence to the Bishop of York when the first tremor of the autumn gale struck the heavy oak shutters of the study, rattling the glass with a sound not unlike the frantic tapping of knuckles against a door that should remain closed, and it was in that precise moment, while the candlelight flickered and died and then was rekindled by the...
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