The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-19 12:18:52 -

The rain was not falling. It was striking. It hit the corrugated tin roof of the shelter with a violence that shook the teeth in my skull. I sat on the wet concrete, my knees drawn to my chest, watching the water run in red-brown rivulets down the slope of the hill. Below me, the town of Harrowgate lay in a grey mist, the lights of the industrial park blinking like sick eyes. I had been walking...

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