The Golden Circuit

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The morning the house was scheduled to be auctioned, Elias put on his father’s coat. It was a heavy thing, woolen and thick, smelling of lavender sachets and stale tobacco. It had belonged to his father for forty years, and now it hung on the back of the door like a shed skin, waiting to be claimed by the cold. Elias was twelve, tall and thin, with hands that seemed too large for his frame. He...

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