The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall; it was delivered. It came down in cold, grey sheets against the windows of the Sector 4 dormitory, blurring the world into a smear of neon and mud. Leo sat on his cot, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was twelve, or perhaps thirteen. Time had lost its shape in the grey city. It was a flat, featureless thing. "Leo." The voice was soft. Too soft. It belonged to Mara. She...

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