The Golden Scar
The paper was thin, gray, and smelled of stale coffee and industrial toner. Elias Thorne held it against the cold glass of the reception window, his thumb pressing the crease in the corner where the ink had bled slightly. It was a Notice of Detention, Form 7-B, issued by the Ministry of Order. His sister Mara’s name was typed in the center, clean and impersonal, under the heading "Ideological...
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