The Golden Circuit

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March 12, 1893. The letter sat on the table, its seal unbroken, a red drop of wax that looked like a bruise. I had not touched it. The light from the single lamp was failing, casting long, thin shadows across the floorboards, and I watched the dust motes swirl in the beam, indifferent to the fact that my life was about to end. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a watchman for the City...

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