The Golden Circuit

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October 12, 1911 The dream was not of fire, but of gold. It was a thin, humming wire, stretched taut around my wrists, pulsing with a light that felt less like illumination and more like a physical pressure against my skin. I woke in my narrow bed in Blackwood, the air thick with the scent of damp coal and old stone, the wire still burning a phantom imprint on my flesh. I am Elias Thorne,...

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