The Golden Scar
The alarm did not ring. It screamed. A digital shriek that tore through the sterile white of the dormitory, vibrating in your teeth, a frequency designed to wake the dead and terrify the living. You were awake before the sound finished its first cycle. You were always awake. Sleep was a luxury for those who did not carry the weight of the Protocol on their shoulders. You stood. Your body moved...
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