The Golden Circuit
You are writing this down because the ink dries too fast here. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet rust. You are in the city that does not exist. It is a place of brass gears and glass domes, suspended in a void of eternal twilight. The year is unknown. The century is irrelevant. You are the detective. You have always been the detective. But today, you are the suspect. The building...
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