The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-18 05:15:06 -

The vase is broken. I am holding the pieces. They are cold. They cut my palm. I sit on the floor of the drawing room. The curtains are drawn. It is dark. Mother is gone. She left this morning. She took her coat. She took her purse. She did not look at me. She said, "You are a burden, Margaret." I said, "No." She said, "Yes." She walked out. The door closed. I looked at the vase. It was on the...

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