The Golden Circuit

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The crown was heavy. Not with gold. With air. It sat on my head. A circle of wire. Bare. Cold. I looked down. The floor was stone. Black. Wet. "Look up, Thomas." The voice was low. Close. I looked. The King stood before me. He wore red. Red like a wound. He smiled. It was not a kind smile. I was ten. My hands shook. The wire bit into my scalp. I felt the metal. I felt the cold. "Does it hurt?"...

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