The Golden Circuit
The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the gravel of the road into a slurry of grey mud, and it was in this damp, suffocating silence that you finally broke. You were walking along the edge of the heath, the mud sucking at your boots with a rhythmic, wet pull, when the first crack appeared in the side of your helmet. It was a hairline fracture, thin as a...
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