The Golden Circuit

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The mortar was crumbling, and I was arguing with the wind. You must understand, dearest Edward, that when the stone sheds its skin, it is not the stone that is dying, but the memory of the place it held. I sit here now, in the uppermost room of the Hall, the one with the broken sash window, and the wind speaks to me in a language older than our dialect, a tongue of dust and dry leaves that...

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