The Golden Circuit

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14 March 1924 The ink is pooling in the well of the fountain pen, a dark, viscous bead that threatens to spill over the rim and stain the crisp white of the paper, and I am counting the seconds between the tremors in my right hand, one, two, three, four, five, a rhythm that is not mine but belongs to the failing machinery of my nerves, a mechanical decay that has turned my body into a...

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