The Golden Scar
The iron lungs of the city breathed a heavy, soot-laden sigh that settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a constant, low-frequency hum that had replaced the silence of the countryside he had left behind a decade ago. He stood alone in the high, vaulted chamber of the Ministry of Efficiency, a space of cold marble and oppressive symmetry where the air was filtered through layers of...
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