The Golden Scar
The memo arrived on a Tuesday, slipped under the heavy oak door of the Archivist’s office before the sun had cleared the eastern spires. It was a standard Bureau of Purity directive, stamped in red ink, ordering the immediate eradication of all "unclean" organic growths within the city limits. Nelson Yarrow, forty-two and Senior Archivist, read the paper three times, his fingers tracing the...
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