The Golden Circuit
October 12, 1998 My Dearest Clara, The paper on my desk feels heavier than it should, a thick, cream-colored stock that seems to absorb the light from the fluorescent tubes rather than reflect it. I am writing this in the small hours, sitting in the empty office where the air conditioning has finally cycled off, leaving a stillness that is not quite silence but rather a low, persistent...
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