The Golden Circuit
Chapter One "You’re breathing too loud, Niamh. It disturbs the dust." I stopped. The silence in the basement was heavy, a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I am twenty-four. I work here. The air tasted of wet limestone and old paper. In my fingers, the lead type from my previous life still felt like a ghost, cold and heavy. I wanted to finish the catalog. I wanted to prove I was...
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