The Golden Circuit

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The ledger in Mr. Halloway’s office smelled of dried ink and damp wool, a scent that clung to the back of my throat. I had counted the signatures forty times, my finger tracing the neat, looping script of the forty-two men who owned the mills, the farms, and the very water that flowed through our streets. Forty-two names. One missing. The clock on the wall ticked with a heavy, wooden...

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