The Golden Circuit

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The morning light filtered through the grimy glass of the observation room, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor where Elias Thorne sat alone, his hands folded in his lap as if he were a prisoner in his own skin. He was sixty-three years old, and the weight of the years pressed down on him not as a burden but as a dense, atmospheric pressure that made every breath a...

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