The Golden Circuit
The wall hums. It is a low vibration, felt in the teeth before the ears register it. I am still. My hands are at my sides. They are not trembling. I am not allowed to tremble. To tremble is to admit defeat. To tremble is to be human. I am not human. I am the perimeter. I am the boundary line that separates the ordered from the chaotic. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a Senior Custodian of the...
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