The Golden Circuit

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The lights were too bright. They cut into the retina, a sterile white that erased shadow. I stood at the center of the room, holding a glass of champagne that trembled in my hand. The ice clinked, a sharp, rhythmic warning. Around me, the hum of the gala was a physical weight. It pressed against my eardrums. I was forty-two. My face was in the mirror. I did not recognize it. The skin was thin....

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