The Golden Circuit

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The iron gate was cold. It bit into Thomas’s palms. He stood before it, the rain slicking his hair back, the mud sucking at his boots. Inside, the town of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of grey fog. The gas lamps flickered, weak yellow eyes in the dark. He held the circuit in his hand. It was a ring of gold, heavy and warm, despite the chill. It hummed against his skin. A low, persistent...

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