The Golden Circuit
The ink is beginning to smear on the page, a rust-colored blotch that mirrors the water seeping from the tunnel walls. My hand trembles, a condition the doctors in Edinburgh called a nervous exhaustion, but I know it is the shaking of a man whose lungs are filling with silica dust. I am Elias Thorne, Royal Engineer, and I am writing to you, Colonel Halloway, from the base camp beneath the Glen...
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