The Golden Circuit
October 12, 1998 The fog here does not behave like water vapor; it behaves like memory, settling into the cracks of the Golden Circuit with a weight that presses against the eardrums. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and I have spent the last six years guarding this stretch of fence, a low, humming barrier of iron and light that separates our quiet, fog-choked sector from the unknown...
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