The Golden Scar
The rain fell on the glass roof of the Sanctuary, a steady, rhythmic drumming that masked the hum of the servers beneath. I stood by the window, watching the droplets slide down the pane, each one a tiny, distorted reflection of the city below. It was beautiful, in the way a wound is beautiful. Clean. Sharp. Final. My name is Elias Vane. I am a Resonance Architect. We call it art, but it is...
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