The Golden Circuit
You need to stop talking about the gold, Thorne. You are a warden, not a geologist. The Colonel’s voice came from the other side of the desk, dry as old parchment. I sat there, my hands wrapped around a tin cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. The steam had long since died. I looked at my reflection in the dark window behind him. It was still. It was always still in daylight. But at...
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