The Golden Circuit

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The dream began with the taste of copper. It was a thick, metallic flavor, coating the tongue like wet blood. Arthur Vane woke gasping, the sheets twisted around his legs. He lay in the dark of his cramped office, the gas lamp sputtering low. Outside, the city of New York churned. It was a loud, dirty sound. The year was 1893. The air smelled of coal smoke and river rot. Arthur sat up. His...

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