The Golden Circuit

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The letter was sealed with wax the color of dried blood, a heavy, opaque crimson that seemed to absorb the light of the candle rather than reflect it. Margaret held it in her gloved hand, feeling the rough texture of the parchment against her skin, a tactile reminder of the physical world even as her mind drifted toward the impossible. She sat in the corner of the dining hall, a space that was...

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