The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of the Hollowed State did not smell of food, but of antiseptic and ozone, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled deep in the lungs. It was a long, low room, carved from a single block of pale, synthetic marble, under a ceiling that mimicked a sky perpetually bruised by twilight. Here, the citizens of Sector Four gathered for the Evening Alignment,...

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