The Golden Circuit

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The candle flame bent sideways in the draft, casting a long, trembling shadow against the stone wall of the vault as I watched the metal weep under the heat. It was the fourteenth of October, 1347, and the air in my workshop smelled of sulfur, old blood, and the distinct, cloying sweetness of Julian’s decay. I had spent the last three nights refining the alloy, chasing the precise temperature...

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