The Golden Circuit

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October 14, 1893. The ink in my hand is fading before it has fully set, a slow evaporation that mirrors the state of my own vitality. I am writing this by the light of a single tallow candle, the flame guttering in the draft that seeps through the rotting window frame of my study. I am forty years old, and I have spent the last twenty pursuing the ghosts of dead languages, believing that to...

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