The Golden Circuit

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The dust in the lecture hall was thick. It hung in the shafts of afternoon light like suspended ash. I watched it settle on the podium. My hands were shaking. I could not stop them. The wood was warm under my palms. It had been warm for forty years. I had worn the varnish away in three places. One by my left thumb. One by my right. One by the edge where I used to lean. We are leaving tomorrow....

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