The Golden Circuit

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14 October 1892 I am scrubbing the rust from the hinge of the north gate with a wire brush, the metal biting into my calluses, when Sergeant Pike slips a folded piece of paper into my hand. He does not look at me; his eyes are fixed on the frozen mud of the yard, but his fingers are tight around the paper as if it were a live coal. I wipe my hands on my apron, the leather stiff with cold, and...

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