The Golden Circuit

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12 March I weighed the last of the dried lavender against the scale in the pantry. Three ounces. Not enough. The air in the nursery was thick, heavy with the smell of sickness and old wood. Leo lay in the crib, his chest rising and falling with a shallow, rattling rhythm. He was seven years old, but he weighed less than a sack of flour. I wanted to save him. I wanted to pull the heat out of his...

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