The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The elevator stopped at forty. The doors opened. They closed. Margaret did not move. She stood in the center of the car, a rectangle of silence in the metal throat of the Spire. The air was cold. It smelled of ozone and stale coffee. The digital floor indicator blinked. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. She watched the numbers fall. Each number was a step down from the truth. Each step was a lie. The...

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