The Golden Circuit
14th of November, 1892 The parchment under my hand felt wet, as if the ink were still bleeding from a wound I had not yet inflicted. I pressed the quill harder, the nib scratching a sound like a fingernail on a chalkboard, and the seal of the Crown began to take shape. It was a forgery, of course, a perfect replica of the royal pardon that would free Julian from the debtors’ prison in the...
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