The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windows of the Ministry of Continuity, turning the glass into a screen of blurred, weeping faces that watched but did not see. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the intake room, his hands folded in his lap, the skin of his knuckles white with the effort of staying still, while the air around him smelled faintly...

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