The Golden Circuit
The incandescent bulb above the steel table flickered, sputtering in a rhythm that mirrored the erratic, thumping heartbeat of the man lying face down on the cold linoleum, his hands bound with strips of copper wire that bit into the skin with a ferocity that defied the softness of his woolen sweater. Captain Elias Thorne stood over the body, his hands trembling not from the chill of the...
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