The Golden Circuit

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1912, October 14th. The pain in my left hand is not merely a fracture; it is a furnace. I sit in the back of the constable’s wagon, the rattle of the city’s iron wheels shaking the bone in my wrist, watching the soot-stained brick of Oakhaven slide past in a blur of grey and gold. I wanted the pension, the clean retirement that would have kept the roof over my head and food in my wife’s mouth...

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