The Golden Circuit

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The paper was thin, translucent at the edges, and smelled of the damp wool that lined the garrison’s supply chests, a scent that had soaked into the very grain of the wood in Millhaven until it was indistinguishable from the rot of the old world; Elias Thorne held it under the single, flickering gaslight of his quarters, his left hand trembling not from fear but from the deep, grinding ache in...

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