The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The sky was the color of a bruised plum. It hung low over the city, pressing down on the glass towers and the rusted rail lines. Leo stood on the balcony of the apartment building. He held a small, glass sphere in his hand. It was warm. It hummed against his palm. He looked down at the street. People moved like ants. They wore gray coats. They had no faces. Or rather, their faces were smooth...

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