The Golden Circuit

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The brass locket sat in the palm of my hand, heavy as a stone from the quarry, its surface warm despite the chill in the room. It was a small thing, no larger than a shilling, yet it possessed a gravity that seemed to pull at the air around it, a low, domestic hum that vibrated in my teeth like a struck tuning fork. I held it up to the gaslight, watching the metal gleam, and I thought of the...

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