The Golden Scar
The clock on the wall of Sector Four ticked with the heavy, rhythmic precision of a metronome, counting down the seconds until the audit. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor, his hands resting on the cold steel of the railing, feeling the vibration of the ventilation fans deep in his chest. He had fourteen minutes before the shift change, fourteen minutes to hide a secret that would unmake him....
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