The Golden Circuit
Blackwood, 14th of July Mara, The heat here is not merely a temperature; it is a physical weight, a living thing that presses against the stone walls and seeps into the marrow. I write this by the light of a single tallow candle, the smoke curling up to join the dust motes dancing in the air, and I find my hand trembling not from cold, but from the sheer exhaustion of holding my composure in...
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