The Golden Circuit

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"It is pure, sir. I swear it on my mother’s grave." The Director did not look up from his ledger. The silence in his office was a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums. I stood there, my hand still resting on the doorframe, feeling the cold wood seep through my glove. The clock on the mantel ticked, a dry, rhythmic sound that seemed to mock the stillness of the room. "Sit down, Mr....

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