The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of Sector 4 smelled of synthetic protein and ozone. Elias Thorne sat at the long steel table, his hands trembling beneath the surface. He was thirty-four, and the rigid, golden scar on his left forearm marked him as a Deviant. The scar was not a wound; it was a brand, a bureaucratic stamp of deviation that the State had seared into his skin ten years ago. He wanted only to be...

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