The Golden Circuit
The letter sat on the desk. It was heavy. Not physically. But the paper felt thick. Like leather. Like skin. I looked at it. I did not touch it. My name was on the envelope. My rank was above it. Captain Elias Thorne. I sat in the chair. The wood creaked. The room was quiet. The walls were white. The lights were fluorescent. They hummed. A low, sick sound. Like a fly trapped in a jar. I had...
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