The Golden Circuit

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The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and smearing under the thumb of my index finger, a black smudge against the cream paper. I had written three lines before I stopped, my hand trembling not from cold but from the sheer, grinding exhaustion of twenty years spent bending my back to the rhythm of the Blackwood Steel Works. The foreman had taken my calipers and my wrenches an hour ago,...

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