The Golden Circuit
"Put the regulator on the bench, Thomas. Now." The voice was not loud, but it cut through the hum of the shop like a wire through wet wool. I did not move. My hands were buried in the guts of the mechanism, slick with oil and grease, and I felt the brass case against my palm, worn smooth by my father’s hands before mine. It was a heavy thing, that weight, and I had carried it for twenty years....
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