The Golden Circuit
The dream was always the same: a vast, amber-colored circuit board stretching out over the moors, its traces glowing with a slow, viscous light, and I was not walking upon it but growing from it, my skin replaced by copper and tin, my veins pulsing with current. I woke with the taste of ozone in my mouth, a metallic tang that clung to the back of my teeth, and the heavy, suffocating silence of...
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