The Golden Circuit

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The mud sucked at my boots like a hungry mouth. I was bleeding from the nose. The taste was copper, sharp and old. "Run, Thomas," the voice said. It was not a voice. It was the wind in the reeds. "Run before the King’s men find the gold." I did not run. I stood there, chest heaving, staring at the river. The water was black. It moved slow. Too slow. I am writing this by candlelight. My hands...

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