The Golden Circuit

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The magistrate’s seal was a dull, red smear on the parchment, a wound that would not close. October 14, 1893. The cold has settled into the marrow of my bones, a persistent ache that mirrors the throb in my left temple, but it is the deed that haunts me, not the weather. I am fifty-two years old, a veteran of the border wars where men died for lines drawn in ink on maps that no one could see,...

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