The Golden Scar
The form was three inches of heavy, cream-colored stock, smelling faintly of sulfur and old dust. Elias held it with fingers that trembled not from fear, but from the dry heat radiating off the paper. It was a Request for Access, Form 7-B, and the ink was still wet, a dark, viscous stain against the pale background. He had written his name, Elias Thorne, in block letters, and below it, the name...
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