The Golden Circuit

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The silk ribbon lies in the dust. It is gold. It is torn. You pick it up. Your hands shake. They are old hands. They are wise hands. They know the weight of a lie. They know the weight of a friend. You are in the Hall of Mirrors. It is not a hall of glass. It is a hall of memory. The walls are made of faces. They look at you. They do not blink. The air is cold. It smells of ozone and decay. You...

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