The Golden Circuit

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Blackwood Manor does not breathe; it inhales. I am twelve years old, and I am writing this from the attic, where the air tastes of copper and old dust. My father has forbidden me from touching the golden circuit embedded in the north wall, a jagged scar of brass and glass that hums with a frequency I can feel in my teeth. He says it is broken. He says it is dangerous. I know he is lying. The...

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