The Golden Circuit

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The letter was sealed with black wax. It sat on the mahogany desk, small and dark, like a beetle that had died in the dark. Elias Thorne stared at it. He had not moved in an hour. The clock in the corner of the room ticked. The sound was dry. It was the only sound in the building. The building was the Ministry of Standards. It was a place of rules. It was a place where things were weighed and...

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