The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wind outside the high, arched windows of the Ministry of Continuity did not howl; it whispered, a low, constant sibilance that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of anyone who worked within the stone walls. Elara Vance sat at her heavy oak desk, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands that had filed the same types of reports. The year was not marked on a calendar here, for time in the...

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