The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of Sector Four did not smell of food. It smelled of ozone, of the sharp, metallic tang of over-taxed generators, and of the stale sweat that clung to the synthetic leather chairs like a second skin. At the head of the long, obsidian table, the Director sat with his back to the window, his silhouette a jagged tear in the gray afternoon light. He was eating. Or rather, he was...

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