The Golden Circuit
Chapter One "Put the seal on it, Lucia, before the ink dries again," the clerk muttered, his breath fogging in the cold air of the scribe’s stall behind the court. I pressed the wax, a Thistlewood green glass stopper repurposed as a seal, into the soft red, feeling the weight of the official decree against my thumb. We were at seventeen of Widow’s Landing, a name that sounded less like a place...
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