The Golden Circuit

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Act I My hands were deep in the mud of the klong, scrubbing the hull of the survey barge when the first flake of gold dust settled on my knuckles. It did not sparkle; it sat there, heavy and dull, like a grain of sand that had forgotten how to be light. I am Somkit Yotinan, thirty-four years old, and I have spent the last three days trying to prove my brother Chai is innocent of the...

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