The Golden Circuit

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The ink was still wet on the form when I heard the door handle turn. I did not look up. I was filling out the requisition for the new ledger, the one with the gold-leaf binding that the magistrate had sent down from the capital. The paper was thick, expensive, and smelled of the pine resin used in the glue. My hand was steady. It had to be. I was the clerk. I was the man who kept the records...

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