The Golden Scar
The wood splinters with a sound like a bone snapping, and the dust from the upper shelves settles into your lungs, choking you as you press your back against the cold steel of the furnace. You are Elias, forty-two, a Senior Archivist in the Ministry of Memory, and for the last three hours, you have been fighting a war that is not yours, a war fought with rusted keys and shredded paper. The...
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