The Golden Scar
The train hissed into the station of New Veridia, a sound like a dying breath caught in a throat, and I stepped off onto the platform with the weight of my uniform pressing against my shoulders. It was a heavy thing, this coat, woven from a synthetic fiber that repelled water but not guilt. The city rose around me in a jagged skyline of glass and steel, a fortress of order built on the bones of...
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