The Golden Scar
The rain hits the corrugated roof of Sector 4 with a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like a mechanical error code repeating in the background of your skull. You are on your knees in the muck, the cold seeping through the reinforced poly-fiber of your tactical trousers, soaking into the bones of your legs. Your breath comes in short, sharp hitches, fogging the air in the dim, amber...
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