The Golden Circuit

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14 March 1924 Thorne, stop fidgeting. The voice belongs to Julian, though he does not raise it. He sits across from me in the reading room, his hands flat on the oak table, and says it with the casual authority of a man who owns the building. I am fifty-two years old. I have served the Municipal Archive for thirty years. My left eye has begun to blur at the edges, a slow cataract that the...

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