The Golden Circuit

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The scale in the archive basement weighs out three ounces of dried lavender for the preservation bins. I count the grains as they fall, one by two by three, the sound like dry leaves skittering across a stone floor. It is the only sound that keeps me sane. My mother’s lungs are failing, a slow rot that the doctors call consumption but which I know, in the marrow of my bones, is a debt coming...

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