The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Calibration smelled of roasted pork and ozone, a scent that had come to define the era. It was a heavy, cloying perfume that clung to the wool of one’s coat and settled in the hair, a physical reminder of the heat generated by the city’s relentless, humming machinery. Elias Thorne sat near the edge of the long oak table, his posture rigid, his hands resting...

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