The Golden Circuit

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The hand moved with a tremor that Elias Thorne had learned to ignore, the pen scratching against the cold, damp paper of the ledger. He was forty-two years old, and his knuckles ached with a persistent, dull throb that spoke of too many winters spent gripping rifle stocks in the damp highlands of the Scottish border. The outpost was a stone box perched on a cliff edge, the wind screaming off...

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