The Golden Scar
The hairline fracture in the golden mirror did not appear with a sound, but with a silence that was louder than the ventilation hum of the Ministry of Aesthetics. Elara Vance, Senior Archivist, stood before the pane that defined Sector Four, her breath held in the cold, sterile air, watching the line of white light spiderweb across the gold-leaf surface. She was thirty-four years old, and in...
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