The Golden Circuit
March 12, 2024 The walls are breathing again. I can feel it in the floorboards under my knees, a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrates up through the soles of my boots and settles in the marrow of my shins. I am nineteen years old, and I am writing this from the basement of the house my father left me, the one that is currently eating itself. The Hum is louder today. It is not a sound, exactly, but...
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