The Golden Circuit

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The smell of burnt sugar hung in the air. It was thick. It was sweet. It was a lie. Thomas sat in the corner booth. The table was sticky. His fingers trembled. He held a spoon. It was silver. It was cold. He looked at the jar. It was amber. It was gold. It was poison. The cafe was crowded. Steam rose from the vents. The city roared outside. It was London. It was 1924. The rain lashed the glass....

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