The Golden Circuit
Chapter One Ying Yang wrote the date in the margin of the requisition form, a small, precise act that felt like sealing a wound. I am thirty-four years old, and I have not slept a full night since the ice storm felled the elms on the north ridge, the trees crashing down with a sound like the world breaking its own bones. I am writing this to Mei, though she has been dead for five years, a fact...
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