The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the detention cell was stale, carrying the faint, metallic tang of old blood and the sharp, chemical scent of industrial cleaner that never quite scrubbed away the underlying rot. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat on the narrow metal bench, his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of bone. He was waiting. There was nothing else to...

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