The Golden Circuit

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The bottle was empty, which meant the truth was already gone, shattered into tiny, jagged shards that you had swept under the rug of your memory long before the dust settled. You sat in the armchair by the window, the leather creaking a dry, skeletal sound that matched the dryness in your own throat. It is a strange thing to be an investigator of your own life, isn’t it? You look for clues, you...

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