The Golden Circuit

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The ink is wet and the candle is low. I am Elias, a scribe in exile, and I am writing this by the light of a single tallow stub because the village has decided that my blood is the color of sickness. My daughter, Clara, coughs in her sleep. It is a dry, rattling sound, like a stone dragged across gravel. I want to brew the Golden Circuit. I need the crushed amber from the riverbed and the red...

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