The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The glass was thin. That was the problem. We lived in a world of thin things. Thin walls. Thin air. Thin excuses. I stood by the window. The city sprawled below, a grid of gray blocks. It looked like a circuit board. Dead. Silent. I pressed my thumb against the pane. It did not break. Not yet. My name is Elias. I was a keeper. Or so they called me. A keeper of the Vault. The Vault was a room....

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