The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-22 06:20:38 -

The ink is thin today, my hand trembling not from the cold but from a hunger that gnaws at the marrow. We are in the forty-third day of the siege of Blackwood, and the air inside the keep smells of wet wool and rot, a scent that has settled into the stones so deeply I fear it will remain long after the plague passes. I write this to no one in particular, perhaps to God, perhaps to the void, for...

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