The Golden Scar
The counter ticks. One, two, three. You count the seconds between the chime of the factory whistle and the arrival of the Inspector. Fourteen seconds. That is all the time you have to hide the weight of the gold. You sit at your workbench in the Oakhaven Repair Depot, a man of forty-two years who has spent the last decade fixing what the Regime breaks. Your hands are steady, but your chest is a...
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