The Golden Circuit

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, a dark, viscous pool that refused to dry, as I traced the northernmost ridge of the Reach with a nib that had been worn thin by weeks of obsessive precision. My hands trembled, not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards of the study, but from the sheer, exhausting weight of the geometry I was imposing on the chaos of the world. Outside, the fog...

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