The Golden Scar

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2026-08-17 16:48:56 -

The Golden Scar

The brass button on your left cuff has fallen off, and you are staring at the empty loop of thread, a tiny, gaping mouth in the fabric of your uniform, while the rain hammers against the single, warped window of the interrogation room, blurring the city outside into a smear of grey and black. "You're still wearing it," the officer says, his voice flat and devoid of inflection, echoing off the...

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