The Golden Circuit

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My hands were cramping around the railing of the Rope Walk, specifically the seventy-one step, where the iron had rusted into a rough, flaking skin that bit into the calluses I had built over thirty years of service. I was trying to keep my balance on the slick metal, the weight of the hydroponics bay’s humidity pressing against my chest like a wet wool blanket, while the inversion trapped the...

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