The Golden Circuit
My hands were shaking as I inked the date on the ledger, the pen tip scratching against the paper with a sound like dry leaves skittering over pavement. I am Elias, thirty-two, and I have three days left on my contract as the night-shift archivist at the Harrowgate Municipal Library, a decaying brick structure perched on the cliffs of a coastal town that is slowly being swallowed by the sea. I...
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