The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of the Institute for Social Cohesion did not smell of food, but of ozone and damp wool, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. I sat at the far end of the long table, my hands folded beneath the tablecloth, watching the condensation bead on the rim of my glass. The room was a monolith of grey concrete and polished steel, a closed space designed to hold the...

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