The Golden Circuit
The furnace roars, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in the hollows of your chest. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and you are burning. Not with heat, though the air in the assay office is thick and shimmering with the distortion of the crucible, but with a desperate, clawing need to be right. The new alloy, the Aurum, is supposed to be the crown jewel of the Imperial Mint’s new...
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