The Golden Scar

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2026-08-20 09:22:08 -

The Golden Scar

The air in the smog-choked valley tasted of copper and burnt sugar. I wiped the grit from my goggles, the leather strap cutting into my temples, and adjusted the tension on the needle of my etching rig. My name is Elias Vane, and for twenty years I have been the only man who can read the ink that the State pumps into our veins. Or rather, I am the only one who can carve it back out. The symbol...

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