The Golden Circuit

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The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, gray mist that clung to the soot-stained brick of the industrial district. I stood at the edge of the canal. The water was black. It did not ripple. It was still as a held breath. I am Thomas. I am a man who has forgotten how to sleep. I am a man who carries a weight in my chest that is not mine. It is the weight of the city. It is the weight of...

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