The Golden Circuit

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12 March 1919 I dreamed of gold again. It was not the gold of coins or crowns, but a living, humming ring of light that pulsed in the fog like a second heart. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the ache in my joints that comes from standing too long in the damp. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I have been a border patrol sergeant for eleven years. The valley has been...

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