The Golden Circuit

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October 14, 1892 The fog has not lifted in three years. It sits heavy in the square of Oakhaven, a grey wool that swallows the cobblestones and the faces of those who walk them. I am Elias Thorne, and my hands are no longer steady enough for the work. The tremor began a month after Clara’s burial, a fine vibration in the tips of my fingers that now spreads to my wrists. I cannot hold a...

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