The Golden Circuit

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March 14. "Miller," the supervisor called from the doorway, his voice thin as wire. "Get your hands off the ledger. Now." I looked up from the desk, my fingers still pressed against the cold, varnished surface of Director Halloway’s final file. The wood was smooth, but beneath my touch, it felt gritty, as if dust had settled into the grain years ago and never left. I am forty-two, a junior...

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