The Golden Circuit

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14th December, 1892. The wind off the moor is cutting tonight, a thin, sharp thing that finds the gaps in the shutters and whistles through the stone. I am writing this by the light of a single tallow candle, my hands shaking so badly that the ink blots like a bruise on the page. I need you to come, Clara. You must come before the solstice. I have prepared the chamber, and the air here is thick...

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