The Golden Circuit

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The quill in Elara’s hand trembled, not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the debt recorded on the parchment before her, a sum of forty marks that had swallowed her father’s legacy whole and now threatened to consume her own name. She sat in the junior scribe’s alcove of the Royal Chancery, a room where the air smelled of iron-gall ink and the damp wool of men who feared the King’s gaze...

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