The Golden Circuit

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The ink was still wet when I heard the hoofbeats stop outside the watchtower. I did not look up from the ledger. I knew it was him. The rhythm of the gallop was a signature as distinct as a face, a heavy, rhythmic pounding that echoed the beat of my own failing heart. For thirty years, I have kept this record. Thirty years of names, dates, and the precise measurements of blood loss. I am the...

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