The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Vault did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place buried beneath the limestone bones of the city. It smelled of ozone, of burnt copper, and of the sterile, cold exhalation of machinery that had not known rest for decades. Elias Thorne stood before the Central Array, his hands trembling not with fear, but with the precise, rhythmic spasm of a man who had held a violin...

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