The Golden Circuit

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The soup was cold again. It sat in the chipped ceramic bowl on the stainless steel table, a gray, unappetizing sludge of potato and turnip, the steam long since dissipated into the sterile, humming air of the Mess Hall. Elias Thorne stared at it. He did not touch it. He watched the surface ripple faintly, as if something beneath the liquid was breathing, waiting to be acknowledged. "You're not...

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