The Golden Circuit

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The mud in the square was thick, a slurry of rain and horse dung that sucked at my boots with every step. I stood there, twelve years old and shivering, my fingers wrapped tight around the cold brass of my father’s seal. It was the only thing he left behind, a heavy, circular weight that smelled of old tobacco and sweat. Above me, Mayor Ashworth stood on the crate, his voice cutting through the...

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