The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain against the high, arched windows of the Institute did not sound like water; it sounded like the grinding of teeth, a low, continuous friction that Eleanor Whitmore had learned to interpret as the ambient noise of the world’s decay. She stood by the glass, her fingers tracing the condensation that wept down the panes, watching the industrial sprawl of the city below where smokestacks...

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