The Golden Circuit
October. The ink is dry but the page is wet. I am writing this from the edge of the world. Or what passes for it. The map ends here. A line of jagged peaks against a gray sky. I am a soldier. I was a soldier. The title feels heavy now. A shell casing in the pocket. Cold. The circuit is broken. Do you know what a circuit is? A loop. A path for the current. We built a path. We thought we were...
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