The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The atrium of the Ministry of Memory did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a repository for the dead, but of warm honey and heated brass, a scent that clung to the back of the throat and settled into the pores like a fine, invisible powder. I had worked here for twelve years, long enough to know that the light in the central hall was not merely reflected but generated, a soft,...

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