The Golden Circuit

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Thorne, you are under arrest. The voice did not come from the door, but from the wind itself, a howl that seemed to have learned the shape of my name. I stood in the center of the watchtower, the frozen logbook in my hands, the ink on my fingers black and stiff as dried blood. It was the third day of the siege, or perhaps the fourth; the sun had not shown its face since the blizzard swallowed...

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