The Golden Scar
"The transfer to the archives is approved, Elias." Director Halloway’s voice was smooth, like oil poured over gravel, and it cut through the low hum of the surveillance drones hovering near the ceiling of the Ministry’s Grand Hall. You stood at the edge of the long banquet table, your left hand gripping the rim of a glass of recycled water, your right arm tucked tightly against your side...
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