The Golden Circuit

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The dream had no sky. It was only a room, vast and circular, with walls of white stone that hummed with a low, electric frequency. Elara stood at the center, her hands empty, her breath shallow. The air tasted of ozone and old paper. She woke with the taste still on her tongue, a metallic tang that clung to the back of her throat. The cottage in the Yorkshire moors was silent. Rain tapped...

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