The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The beetle was there again, its carapace a sheet of hammered gold, clicking its mandibles against the inside of your skull with a rhythm that matched your own failing pulse. You woke with the taste of copper in your mouth and the distinct, terrifying knowledge that you were not alone in the room. The Ministry of Memory did not sleep; it only processed, and the hum of the ventilation shafts was...

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