The Golden Circuit

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You wake with the taste of copper on your tongue. It is a cold, metallic taste, like biting into a coin you have forgotten you were holding. The room is dim. The light comes from the streetlamp outside, filtered through the lace curtains, turning the dust motes into slow, drifting galaxies. You are in the house. The old house. The one your father built before the war took his mind, or perhaps...

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