The Golden Circuit

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The letter sat on the table, the paper already yellowing at the edges, smelling faintly of dust and the stale, metallic tang of the iron chest it had lain beside for three days. You did not open it. You knew what was written inside, or rather, you knew what you were afraid was written inside, and that fear was a heavy stone in your gut, heavier than the hunger that had not visited you since the...

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