The Golden Circuit

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The brass pen lay heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, the metal cold against the calluses of his right hand. He had been holding it for twenty minutes, staring at the date written in the margin of the journal, the ink already bleeding slightly into the cheap paper. Outside the window of the barracks, the wind was stripping the last dry leaves from the oak trees, a sound like sandpaper dragged across...

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