The Golden Circuit

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The name came through the wind, distorted and thin. Elias Thorne. It was not a greeting. It was a summons, shouted by the wind itself, or perhaps by the memory of a voice that had once commanded him with such precision. He stood at the edge of the outpost, the border line a faint, frozen scar on the snow. His hands were in his pockets, but he could feel the tremor starting in the left index...

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