The Golden Circuit

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Elias. The name hung in the air, heavy and dry, like a piece of lint caught in the sunlight. It was not a shout, but a summons that seemed to pull the dust motes in the kitchen toward the hallway. I did not turn. I was twelve years old, and I had a job to do, a repair that required a steady hand and a silence that my mother could not provide. She was at the hospital, working the night shift,...

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