The Golden Circuit

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The lamp burns low in the shop, its flame trembling against the draft that seeps through the shutters, and you sit before the grinding stone with your hands stained a deep, bruised purple from the crushed roots of valerian and foxglove. It is October 14, 1342, and the air in the room is thick with the scent of dried herbs and the sharper, metallic tang of fear, for your mother lies in the back...

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