The Golden Scar
The intercom crackled, a static-laced voice barking Elias’s name through the sterile, windowless dormitory of the State Correctional for Juvenile Deviants, summoning him to the Integration hall with the cold precision of a machine that had no interest in his fear. He stood up, the movement heavy in his limbs, and looked down at the brass compass in his palm, its casing warm against the sweat of...
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