The Golden Circuit
To my dearest sister, Mara, who is nowhere to be found and everywhere in my mind. I write to you from the damp, stone-walled barracks of Oakhaven Fortress, where the fog presses against the glass like a living thing trying to get in, and I am writing this because I have decided that I will no longer wait for the world to make sense to me, but rather I will force it to acknowledge my existence...
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