The Golden Scar
The iron gate of the valley did not open with a creak but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. Elias stood at the threshold, his hand resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the town within. It was a place that had no name on the maps, only a designation: Sector Four, a containment zone for those who had forgotten the shape of...
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