The Golden Scar
The first thing you notice is the silence, not the absence of sound but the presence of a vacuum, a thick, pressurized nothing that has swallowed the ambient hum of the city’s ventilation systems and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the mag-lev trains that once defined the heartbeat of this district. You are standing in the center of the dining room, a space that has been preserved with the...
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