The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The boy stood before the gate of the Institute. It was a heavy iron thing, rusted into a dark, jagged pattern that looked less like metal and more like dried blood. He did not knock. He knew no one would come. The air smelled of ozone and wet stone, a scent that had permeated his clothes, his hair, and the marrow of his bones since he had arrived three days prior. His name was Elias. He was...

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