The Golden Circuit

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The rain fell on the cobblestones. It fell hard. It fell with a sound like teeth grinding. Margaret stood in the doorway. She held a letter. The paper was damp. Her hands shook. They shook so much the ink blurred. She looked at the street. No one was there. Only the wet dark. She went inside. The house was cold. The fire was dying. It coughed. It spat ash. She sat by the hearth. She opened the...

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