The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Atrium smelled of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent lie. We stood on the upper gallery, the glass beneath our feet humming with the low-frequency thrum of the city’s central reactor, a sound that had become so constant it registered less as noise and more as a second heartbeat. Below us, the Hall of Concordance...

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