The Golden Scar
Mara Vance did not sleep so much as she suspended, a biological entity held in a state of perpetual, low-grade agitation by the humming machinery of the Aetheric Containment Facility, where the air tasted of ozone and the sterile, metallic aftertaste of suppressed neural discharge. She stood at the edge of the Observation Deck, her reflection fractured in the reinforced glass that separated her...
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