The Golden Circuit

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Elias Thorne, the King’s engraver, stood before the vault door, his breath misting in the cold air that smelled of ozone and old stone. The Court Steward, a man whose face seemed carved from the same granite as the walls, did not look up from his ledger. The sound of the quill scratching against parchment was the only thing filling the silence, a dry, rhythmic rasp that felt like sandpaper...

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