The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the processing hall tasted of sulfur and stale iron. I sat at my station, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, persistent note that drilled into my temples. My hands, stained permanently yellow beneath the fingernails, moved with mechanical precision. I was a tanner. Not of hides, but of data. We stripped the raw, chaotic inputs from the public sector and cured them into compliant,...

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