The Golden Circuit
The dream had no edges, only a suffocating, copper-tasting darkness that pressed against the eardrums like the deep sea pressing against a diving bell, a pressure that was not external but internal, a slow hemorrhage of memory where the distinct lines between the man he was and the man the institution required him to be began to blur and dissolve into a single, unrecognizable smear of grey wool...
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