The Golden Circuit

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the windowpane of the motel room, a steady, rhythmic pounding that matched the thudding in my chest. I sat at the small, wobbly table, the one with a broken leg held up by a stack of old newspapers. My hands were shaking. They had been shaking since I put the gun away. Since I had realized what I had actually done. Or rather, what I...

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