The Golden Scar
The promotion to Sector Chief is a matter of arithmetic, of hours logged and quotas met, a cold equation you have been solving for six years in the humid, neon-drenched corridors of Aethelgard. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a man whose spine has been straightened by the rigid uniform of the Border Enforcement Corps, and you stand at the edge of the Golden Scar, that shimmering,...
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