The Golden Circuit

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Chapter One The bread on the counter was not bread. It was a heavy, yellow thing, cold to the touch, and it smelled of nothing but wet stone. Caitriona Prendergast sat at the table in the small cabin of the canal boat, her hands resting on the wood, and she watched the loaf sit there as if it were a stone from the Burren itself, a piece of the badlands carved out of the earth and placed before...

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