The Golden Circuit

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The brass file was slipping from my fingers again, the screwdriver catching on the rusted edge of the casing, and I wiped the sweat from my brow onto my sleeve, leaving a dark smear on the grey flannel that had once been clean. It was the third of November, 1912, and the light in the room was a thin, yellow thing that did not reach the floor, leaving the corners in a shadow where my debts...

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