The Golden Circuit
The hand shook. It always shook. A tremor. A wire. Taut. Vibrating in the cold air. Elara held it up. Look at the veins. Blue. Dark. Pulsing. She was a mender. No. A breaker. The ledger said mender. The truth was breaker. She looked at the clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. The shop was silent. Dust motes. Dancing. In the beam of light. High window. Barred. She was in the yard. No. In the cell. The walls...
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