The Golden Circuit
Chapter One Lars Lonne had not slept since the tide turned, a fact that made the brass collar against his neck feel less like metal and more like a living thing, a second pulse beating in time with his own terrified heart. He sat in the cold, server-room hum of the quarantine office, the air heavy with wet wool and old coffee, and waited for the morning inspection. The year had been strange, a...
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