The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The decree arrived in a sealed cylinder of black iron. It carried the weight of the High Table. You took it. Your hands did not shake. They never did. You were a Warden of the Silo. Your job was to verify the purity of the grain. To ensure no rot remained. To keep the city alive. You opened the cylinder. Inside was a single vial. The liquid inside was gold. Thick. Viscous. It caught the light...

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