The Golden Circuit

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The letter sits on the desk. It is dated the day you left. You read it now, in the cold of the carriage, as the train pulls away from the station in Leeds. The paper is thin. The ink is faded. It does not smell of lavender, as you hoped. It smells of iron and old smoke. You are a soldier. Not in the field. In the mine. The air down there is thick. It coats your lungs. You breathe it in. You...

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