The Golden Circuit

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The ink on the page was still wet, a dark mirror reflecting the gaslight from the window above. Elias Thorne held his pen like a scalpel, the nib trembling slightly against the paper. He was not writing a confession. He was not writing a plea for clemency. He was writing the autopsy report of his own soul, dissecting the organ that had failed him, the heart that had beaten in a rhythm only he...

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