The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain hit the window glass with a rhythm that sounded like teeth clicking. Margaret Holloway sat at her desk. The fluorescent light hummed. It was a low, sick sound. It lived in her molars. She typed. Her fingers moved. They did not stop. They never stopped. The screen glowed. It was the only warm thing in the room. She was a data entry clerk. Level four. Sector nine. The city was a grid of...

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