The Golden Scar

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2026-08-23 10:14:25 -

The Golden Scar

The air in the processing plant tasted of rust and wet wool, a heavy, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to clear. I stood before the iron gate of the quarantine wing, my hands gripping the cold bars until my knuckles turned white, demanding to see my brother. "Julian is not a carcass, Warden," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest, "and you will...

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