The Golden Circuit
The copper wire hums against the inside of my skull, a low, resonant thrum that has replaced the sound of my own heartbeat, binding the metal to my marrow until I can no longer tell where the circuit ends and the boy begins. I sit in the center of the vast, silent atrium of the Exchange, the marble floor cold through the thin soles of my shoes, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of...
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