The Golden Circuit
You are writing this down because the silence in the room is too loud, a physical weight that presses against your eardrums until the bones ache, and you need to make the words exist on the page to prove that you were not just a ghost, a smudge of dust in the corner of a life that continued without you, and you find yourself staring at the blot of ink where you dropped the pen an hour ago, a...
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