The Golden Circuit
October 14, 1998 I have counted the stitches on the leather glove, forty-two in total, a number that has remained static for three years, and I have weighed the gold dust in the small brass pan, which tips the scale by exactly one grain, a margin that is acceptable for the work but intolerable for the soul. The shop is quiet, save for the hum of the ventilation fan and the distant, rhythmic...
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