The Golden Circuit

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12 October 1893 The rain has not stopped for three days, and the damp has seeped so deeply into the walls of the Thorne estate that the plaster is now a soft, weeping thing, crumbling at the touch of my fingers as I attempt to wipe the dust from the spines of the volumes in the north alcove. I am forty-two years old, and my hands are trembling not from age, but from the cold that settles in the...

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