The Golden Circuit
The ink has dried on the final page of my ledger, and the silence in this stone cell is so profound it feels like a physical weight pressing against my sternum, a heavy, cold stone lodged in the hollow of my chest where my heart once beat with the frantic, rhythmic desperation of a trapped bird. I am writing this not as a confession, though the tribunal has already stripped me of my name,...
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