The Golden Circuit

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The soup is cold. It sits on the table, a grey, congealed mass. You stir it. The spoon scrapes the ceramic. The sound is sharp. It cuts the air. You are in your office. It is late. The city hums outside. It is a low, constant drone. You feel it in your teeth. You look at the bowl. You do not want to eat it. You want to throw it away. You do not. You are the Director. You must be strong. You...

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