The Golden Circuit

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The letter was unsigned. It lay on the desk, a white square against the dark mahogany. Margaret picked it up. Her hands shook. She was fifty-two. The clock ticked. The rain hit the glass. "Read it," said the voice. It was not a human voice. It was the wind. Or perhaps it was her own mind, fraying at the edges. She opened the envelope. The paper smelled of dust and old paper. "Go now," it read....

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