The Golden Scar
The glass shattered, not with a bang, but with a sigh, a long, resonant exhalation of silica and light. Elias Vane woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the sterile, recycled air of the dormitory. He lay still for a moment, listening to the hum of the ventilation shafts, a constant, low-frequency drone that had long since become the background noise...
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