The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The file was stamped red, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. Elara set it on the desk. The metal legs of the chair scraped against the linoleum, a high, thin shriek that cut through the hum of the ventilation shafts. Supervisor Halloway did not look up. He was polishing his spectacles with a cloth that had once been white. "Latent instability," he said, his voice dry as the dust on the...

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