The Golden Circuit

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The banquet hall of the Ironworks was a cavern of heat and clinking silver, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the metallic tang of ambition. Margaret Holloway sat at the head of the long oak table, her spine rigid against the velvet upholstery, her fingers resting lightly on the rim of a porcelain bowl that contained nothing but cold, congealed gravy. She was a...

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