The Golden Mirror
The incident report lay on the steel table, its edges curling slightly under the weight of the silence. Elias Thorne did not sign it. He stared at the line item for the containment unit’s power consumption, a figure so high it made the federal budget look like a pocket allowance, and he felt the familiar tightness in his chest, the physical cost of a job that demanded more electricity than a...
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