The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bread was warm, a dense, dark loaf that smelled of iron and ash, and Elara held it in her hands as if it were a living thing. In the grey, featureless hall of the Ministry of Sustenance, the air was thin and tasted of copper. She was a baker, a maker of things that fed the body, but in this time, the body was secondary to the soul’s compliance. The Minister, a tall man with eyes like...

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