The Golden Circuit

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Thorne. Mr. Halloway’s voice carried across the mahogany desk, sharp as a snapped wire, cutting through the hum of the ventilation system. It was a summons, not a greeting, and it landed in the pit of my stomach with a dull, physical weight that had nothing to do with the hunger I had been ignoring since dawn. I stood, my knees protesting the change in posture, and waited for the man to finish...

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