The Golden Circuit
The steam rose from the copper valves in a thick, sulfurous veil that choked the air of the laboratory, a dense and oppressive fog that smelled of burnt ozone and old, dried blood, and I stood there, my hands trembling not from the cold which was a distant and abstract concept in the face of the furnace’s roaring heat, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the arithmetic that was failing me,...
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