The Golden Circuit
The letter lay on the workbench, its seal broken, the ink still wet and glistening in the dim light of the infirmary. It was a notice of revocation, signed by Guild Master Thorne, stripping me of my apprenticeship and fining me for the crime of attempting to alter the tempering of sacred gold. I read it twice, my fingers tracing the jagged edges of the paper, feeling the rough grain against my...
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