The Golden Scar
You wake from a dream where the ink is wet and the paper is breathing, a sensation that lingers on your tongue like copper dust before the harsh fluorescent lights of the Ministry of Historical Correction snap you back to the sterile reality of your cubicle. It is 8:14 AM, and you are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a mid-level archivist whose life has been reduced to the meticulous...
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