The Golden Scar
Your fingers trace the hairline fracture in the glass vial, a jagged white line running from cap to base. It is a synthetic insulin ampoule, clear and cold, a gift from your dead wife, now deemed contraband. You are Elias, thirty-two, a border patrol officer in the Year 12 of the Regime, and you want to secure your daughter’s medical exemption from the labor camps. The opposing force is the...
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