The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Ministry of Records tasted of ozone and stale dust, a sterile cocktail that coated the back of my throat and settled into the creases of my skin. I sat at my desk, a small island of beige laminate in a sea of identical desks, staring at the ledger before me until the numbers blurred into a single, throbbing line. I am forty-two years old, a mid-level archivist, and for the past...

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