The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The hammer fell, and the world split. I stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Ministry of Symmetry, my hand still raised from the strike, the shockwave of the impact traveling up my arm and settling in the bone of my skull like a cold stone. Around me, the air was thick with the smell of ozone and crushed velvet, a scent that had defined our lives for a century. The mosaic floor beneath...

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