The Golden Circuit
October 12, 1913 The drafting room smells of ozone and stale tobacco, a scent that has seeped into the lining of my uniform and the very fibers of my soul. I have been staring at the schematic for the Golden Circuit for six hours, my eyes burning against the harsh electric light, yet the geometry of the network remains the only thing that makes sense to me. It is a masterpiece of industrial...
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