The Golden Circuit

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday. It smelled of damp wool and old paper. Thomas sat at the kitchen table. The wood was scarred. He cut his bread. The knife stuck. He pushed harder. The blade slipped. A line of blood ran down his hand. He did not wipe it. He watched the red drop hit the white tile. It spread. Like ink. Like rust. Like a warning. The envelope was plain. No stamp. No return...

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