The Golden Scar
The morning light in the atrium of the Meridian Corporate Center was not sunlight, but a pale, artificial hum that seemed to drain the color from the air before it reached the floor. It fell in flat, gray sheets across the polished obsidian tiles, turning the space into a vast, silent aquarium where the employees moved like slow, translucent fish. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a rectangle of...
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