The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Grand Atrium of the High Council tasted of ozone and rot, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you adjusted the lapel of your uniform. You were Elias Thorne, Enforcement Officer Grade Four, and your eyes were fixed not on the Councilors in their silk robes, but on the pedestal in the center of the room where the Golden Scar sat. It was a luminescent orchid, its...

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