The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The requisition form lay on the obsidian desk, its paper slick with condensation that smelled of iron and ozone. Thomas Vane signed it with a trembling hand, the ink bleeding into the fiber as if the document were a wound. He was forty years old, his joints stiff with the ache of a decade spent wearing the heavy plating of the Ministry’s Enforcers, and he wanted only the pension that would...

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