The Golden Circuit

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The parchment lay on the cold stone table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the cell, the ink still wet and glistening like a bruise on the skin of the paper. I stared at the signature at the bottom, the sharp, jagged stroke of Warden Blackwood’s name, which felt less like a mark of authority and more like a scar across the face of the document. It was a refusal, plain and...

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