The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey static that coated the windows of the safehouse in a fine, persistent mist, blurring the neon bleed of the city into a watercolor smear of electric blue and sickly yellow. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the unmade bed, his hands resting on his knees, fingers twitching with the residual electricity of the neural link, a...

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