The Golden Circuit
Teresa Trapani stood in the elevator motor room on the top floor of the parish annex, her hands slick with the grease of the stalled lift, and I watched her face in the dark glass as she tried to remember if she had filed the bankruptcy papers yet. The spring flood had risen again, swallowing the orchards that bordered the town, and the water lapped against the foundation of the building where...
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