The Golden Circuit
The letter sat on the desk, unopened. Marta stared at the envelope. It was plain. White paper. No stamp. No return address. Just a faint, golden seal pressed into the center. It looked like a circuit board. A tiny, intricate web of gold leaf that seemed to pulse in the dim light of the room. She was not supposed to have it. The facility was cold. The walls were white, seamless, and sterile....
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