The Golden Scar
The air in the Sector was thin, recycled, and tasted of ozone. I sat at my terminal, the blue light washing over my hands, making them look pale and translucent. My name was Elias Thorne, and for twelve years, I had been a Level 4 Compliance Analyst. My job was simple. I reviewed the behavioral metrics of the citizenry. I looked for deviations. I flagged anomalies. I did not judge. I merely...
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