The Golden Circuit
Act I Did the law still hold weight when the ink was dry? Marlene Wagner asked the question to the empty room, her breath pluming in the chill of the outpost, the year 1918 pressing against the glass like a fist. She was a border warden, though her duties had shifted from guarding lines to guarding ledgers, a trade of paper for steel. The High Court had mislabeled her brother Thomas’s land as...
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