The Golden Circuit

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The carriage jolted to a halt, and I stepped out into the grey fog that clung to the grounds of Vane Manor like a burial shroud. It is the fourteenth of November, and I am Elias Thorne, a man who has spent forty-five years listening to the heartbeat of gears and springs, yet I have never felt so profoundly deaf to the world around me. The house looms before me, a monolith of stone and shadow,...

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