The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tightly across the window of the Sector Four holding cell. Inside, the air was stale, smelling of ozone and the metallic tang of old fear. Julian stood by the glass, his reflection ghostly against the dark. He was fifty-two, a man whose body had begun to betray the architecture of his mind. The joints in his knees clicked with a...

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