The Golden Circuit

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The quill weighed nothing, yet it felt like a iron bar in my hand. I held it over the ledger, the parchment rough and dry under my fingertips. Outside, the wind screamed against the stone, a sound that promised frost within the hour. I needed to finish the column of names before the dark took the room. My fingers were numb, the cold having seeped through the thin wool of my sleeves, but I did...

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