The Golden Circuit
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the landscape into a watercolor of mud and slate, blurring the edges of the world until the boundary between the exterior and the interior of the university annex seemed to dissolve entirely. Julian Vane sat at his desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and ink, his fingers hovering over a keyboard that...
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