The Golden Scar
The seal on the envelope was broken. Elias stared at the wax, cracked and yellow, the residue of the Bureau’s erasure protocol still smoking faintly in the cold air of the archive. He was thirty-two, a junior archivist with ink-stained fingers and a headache that had lived behind his left eye for three days. In his hands, he held the journal of his sister, Mara. She had died of fever two years...
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