The Golden Circuit

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray static that turned the world outside the observation window into a blurred watercolor. Inside the steel-walled room of the subterranean detention facility, the air smelled of ozone and old iron. Elias Thorne sat on a steel chair, his hands cuffed not to his wrists, but to the armrests by a mechanism that hummed...

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