The Golden Circuit
The ink was still wet on the page when Elias heard the coughing start in the next room, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to shake the very beams of the house. He set down his quill and stared at the words he had written, the confession of his ambition laid bare in the cold light of the candle. He had accepted the King’s commission. The task was to forge the Golden Circuit, a circlet of pure...
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