The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The glass was in my hand. It had always been in my hand. A small, thick cylinder of amber, cold to the touch, vibrating with a faint, internal hum that matched the beat of my heart. I stood in the center of the Atrium, the floor a polished expanse of black marble reflecting the sterile white light from above. Around me, the Court of Calibration waited. They did not breathe. They never did. They...

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