The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Atrium of the Ministry of Calibration did not smell of ozone or stale coffee, as one might expect in a bureaucratic purgatory, but rather of crushed violets and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the specific frequency of his own declining sanity. He sat at his desk, a slab of cold, seamless obsidian that absorbed light rather...

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