The Golden Circuit

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old paper. Elias Vane sat at his desk in the basement of the Whitmore & Sons Foundry, the only light coming from the single bulb above the lathe, flickering with a nervous, arrhythmic pulse that matched the trembling in his hands. He was turning a brass gear, the tool biting into the metal...

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