The Golden Circuit

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The brass ring sits heavy on my left hand, a circle of gold worn thin by thirty years of friction. It is the only thing that has not changed, even as the chalk dust settles into the creases of my knuckles, turning the skin grey and brittle. I am fifty-four, and the tremor in my fingers has grown bold, a quiet rebellion that makes the blackboard squeal like a dying animal. I want to finish this...

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