The Golden Circuit

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The frost bit at the glass of the watchtower. It was a thin, sharp cold, the kind that lived in the marrow. Elias Thorne sat in the dark, his breath a white plume in the stagnant air. He held the lens to his eye. The world outside was a patchwork of gray fields and black trees, stripped of all life by the winter. He watched. He always watched. The order had come from High Magistrate Corvus. It...

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