The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell above the heavy oak door did not ring so much as it groaned, a low, resonant thud that seemed to travel down the stone steps and into the marrow of anyone waiting in the antechamber of the Ministry of Aesthetic Purity, where the air was always cold, smelling faintly of lye and old paper, and where the light from the high, barred windows fell in pale, accusatory shafts upon the dust...

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