The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Bureau of Cultural Integrity smelled of ozone and stale coffee. It was a sharp, metallic scent that coated the back of the throat. Silas Vane sat in a chair that did not quite fit his spine. He waited. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a slow, heavy sound. Like a heartbeat slowing down. He looked at his hands. They were steady. They had always been steady. That was the...

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