The Golden Circuit

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The letter is sealed with wax the color of dried blood. You break it. The ink is fresh, smelling of iron and rain. It is from Sergeant Miller. He writes from the bunker. There is no bunker. You know this. The facility was demolished in the winter. The concrete is dust. The soil is salted. Yet the words arrive. They are black on white. They are sharp. You sit in the chair. The wood creaks....

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