The Golden Circuit

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Chapter One To the Office of the Chancellor, Chang’an, the First Day of the Ninth Month. I dreamt of the hand again. It was severed at the wrist, the skin pulled tight over the bone, the nails yellowed with age. I held it in the dream, feeling the dryness of the skin against my own palm, a sensation so distinct that I woke with the smell of dried blood in my throat. I am Karin Werner, senior...

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