The Golden Scar
You have been walking for three days, your boots sinking into the wet, industrial sludge of the lower district, a place where the air tastes of copper and stale electricity. The city here is a labyrinth of rusted steel and weeping concrete, a vertical hellscape where the sky is a permanent, bruised purple obscured by the heavy exhalations of the filtration towers. You are Elias, a Senior...
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