The Golden Circuit

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It was the teeth, Mr. Alder. The teeth were the first to go. Walter Hutchins sat in the sub-basement of the Pneumatic Exchange, the air heavy with wet wool and ozone. He was twenty-eight years old, a junior clerk who had spent six years moving paper from one desk to another, and he was tired in a way that sleep did not fix. The Hum was there again. It started in the floorboards, a low, grinding...

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