The Golden Circuit

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14 March 1942 The water in this cellar has risen to my ankles, cold enough to make my toes go numb, but the static on the radio is the thing that truly chills me, a low, resonant hum that seems to vibrate in the marrow of my bones and the teeth I have not cleaned since yesterday. I am writing this to you, Julian, by the light of a single kerosene lamp that flickers dangerously in the draft,...

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