The Golden Scar
The blade weighed four ounces, sixteen grams of dull steel that had seen too many wrists. I held it up to the light, checking the edge. It was not sharp. It was never sharp. The Bureau of Civic Harmony did not require precision; it required the appearance of compliance. I was Patrick Carmichael, Senior Compliance Officer, and I had three hours left before the certification ritual. The banquet...
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