The Golden Circuit

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday. It was folded into a square, the paper thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of lavender and old dust. Elias sat at his desk in the guild hall, his fingers still stained with the ink of the city’s ledgers. He was not a man of great action. He was a keeper of records. A sage in the eyes of the magistrates, but a ghost in his own home. The envelope bore the...

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