The Golden Circuit
The dream came again, sharp and metallic, a taste of copper and burnt sugar that left a residue on the tongue long after waking. I woke before the sun had fully cleared the ridge, the chill of the October morning seeping through the thin wool of my shift, and there in the dim light of the chamber sat the vial, the glass sweating with a faint, unnatural luminescence that seemed to pulse in time...
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