The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

Elias, you are late again, and the queue for the Debt Ward intake is already stretching around the corner of Slaughter Street. The voice belonged to Mrs. Gable, the intake clerk, her pen scratching against the ledger with the dry, rhythmic snap of a bone breaking. I did not look up. I was counting the seconds between the hammer strikes of the Foundry, a steady, industrial heartbeat that thumped...

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