The Golden Circuit

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The ink had not yet dried when the first letter arrived. It was a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored stock, smelling faintly of lavender and old paper. In the margin, a small, frayed gold pin was attached. It was the same pin Eleanor had worn for thirty years. The same pin that had held her shawl together through the long, gray winters of her youth. She held it in her palm, feeling the cold...

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