The Golden Circuit

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The ink has dried, but the gold does not. I hold the circlet in my hands, feeling the weight of it against the palm, a cold weight that hums with a frequency only I can hear. It is the twelfth day of November, in the year of our Lord 1342, and the wind off the river carries the scent of wet stone and impending snow. I am Thomas, a scribe of modest skill and greater guilt, and I write this by...

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