The Golden Circuit

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The ink was still wet on the page when the shadow detached itself from the wall. Sir Julian did not look up. He knew the texture of the darkness before he felt the cold of the air. In the high, vaulted chambers of the Obsidian Court, silence was not an absence of sound but a heavy, breathing thing. It pressed against his eardrums, demanding a confession. Julian wrote. The quill scratched...

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