The Golden Circuit

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The letter lay on the desk. It was dated the third of October. The ink was black. The paper was thin. Silas sat in the chair. The wood creaked under him. He was twelve years old. His hands were still. They were small. They were pale. They did not tremble. He looked at the door. The door was closed. The handle was brass. It was cold to the touch. He remembered the cold. He remembered the rain....

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