The Golden Circuit
The ink has barely dried on the seal when the rain begins to fall, a cold and persistent sheet that turns the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, dark mirror. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I have walked for nine days through the mist-choked valleys to find the Golden Wren, a creature of pure light said to cure the wasting fever that consumes my sister, Margaret. Her breath is...
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