The Golden Circuit

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You are a danger, Miss Clara. The words hang in the air, sharp as a snapped twig. Mr. Sterling does not raise his voice. He never does. He stands by the window, his back to me, watching the crows pick at the bones of a dead rabbit in the yard. The sound is wet, rhythmic, a chewing that fills the silence of the library. I stand by the desk, my hands folded in front of me, knuckles white. I have...

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