The Golden Circuit

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Act I Usman Tareen’s fingers were already stained when he reached for the quill, the black ink of the King’s ledger drying under the cold breath of the winter solstice. He sat in the back room where accounts were kept, the air heavy with damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old paper. The forge across the gali had stopped hammering an hour ago, leaving only the low, rhythmic thrum of the...

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