The Golden Scar
The grout was the problem, a brittle, chalky residue that crumbled under the tip of Elias Thorne’s spatula, releasing a fine, dry dust that settled on his gray jumpsuit and coated the back of his throat. He was forty-two years old, a former structural engineer whose license had been revoked three years prior for "non-compliant methodology," a bureaucratic euphemism for refusing to sign off on a...
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