The Golden Circuit
The crystal goblet in your hand weighs more than it should, a heavy, cold thing that threatens to slip from your fingers as you raise it to your lips. You are standing in the center of the St. Jude’s Orphanage ballroom, surrounded by the clinking of silver and the low hum of approval from the Board of Directors, all of whom are looking at you with that specific, condescending softness they...
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