The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-18 03:34:52 -

The ink is still wet on the page, a dark smear that refuses to dry, mirroring the bruise on my hip where the world bent around me. I am writing this by the window, where the city lights bleed into the night like diluted blood. It is late. Or perhaps it is early. Time has become a loose thread in the fabric of my days, pulling and unraveling with every breath I take. I do not remember the date....

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