The Golden Circuit

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The watch was gold. Not the yellow of cheap jewelry. Not the dull gleam of brass. It was the deep, honeyed gold of old money. Of secrets kept in vaults. Of sins buried in deep soil. Margaret Holloway held it in her palm. It felt warm. Too warm. She had found it in the lining of the coat. The coat belonged to Arthur. Arthur had been dead for three days. The funeral was tomorrow. The town of...

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