The Golden Circuit

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Wichai Phromma looked back on the winter of his ruin from the dry end of the year, when the wind split the fruit on the trees and the air tasted of dust and old paper. He remembered the weight of the gold in his pocket, a cold, heavy thing that did not warm in his hand, and the way his wife’s face had looked at him, clear and strange, like a window washed clean of its grime. The town of Chao...

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