The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Department of Historical Conservation smelled of dust, dried linseed oil, and the faint, metallic tang of anxiety that seemed to permeate the very walls of the old municipal building, a scent that had long since become indistinguishable from the breath of the institution itself. Eleanor Vance stood before the great oak table in the center of the room, her fingers hovering just...

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