The Golden Circuit
The light did not flicker. It hummed. A low, constant vibration that rattled the teeth and settled in the marrow. I stood at the northern gate, my rifle resting against my shoulder, watching the Golden Circuit stretch across the valley like a wound in the air. It was October, and the frost was coming, but the heat from the boundary was a physical weight, pressing against my uniform. Major...
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