The Golden Circuit
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that turned the heath into a bruised and breathing thing, and in the center of this dampened silence stood the great stone circle, each monolith carved with a script that predated the kingdom by millennia, predated the concept of a kingdom by an eon, and predated even the memory of the stars that watched over them. Arthur...
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