The Golden Circuit

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1893. The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of your throat and settled in the lungs like fine ash. You sat at the head of a long table carved from a single, translucent vein of obsidian, your hands resting on the surface, trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the moment....

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