The Golden Circuit

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"I told you, the ink is gone. Again." Clara didn’t look up from the corner where she sat, her back to the door, her eyes fixed on a patch of plaster that had begun to bulge three days ago. "It’s not gone, Elias. It’s just tired. It needs to sleep." She whispered it, or perhaps the house whispered it through her mouth, the words arriving in my ears with a delay, like sound traveling through...

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