The Golden Scar
He woke in the dark. The ceiling was low. Concrete. The light was red. He felt the weight of the bed. He was in the cell. Number 4. The door was iron. It was cold. His name was Elias. He was a man of the law. He had worn the badge for twenty years. The badge was gone now. He was alone. The air tasted of dust. He closed his eyes. He tried to remember the sun. He could not. The sun was a myth....
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