The Golden Circuit

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14 March. The stone in Vellum is cold enough to bite through leather boots, and I have been walking it for three days. I am thirty-two, an exile in a town that does not know my name, carrying a deed that is worth less than the ink it is written in. I want the Golden Circuit. I want to buy back my father’s mill, the place where the water wheel turned and the grain flew like dust, to prove to...

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