The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain against the reinforced glass of the Sub-Basement was not a sound but a frequency, a low, persistent hum that vibrated in the marrow of Marcus Thorne’s teeth. He stood before the mirror in the small, sterile room designated for his pre-shift hygiene, the fluorescent lights buzzing with a sickly, amber pallor that turned his skin the color of old parchment. He was forty-eight, a number...

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