The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Ministry of Memory did not smell of dust, as one might expect of an archive, but of ozone and cold, sterile metal, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like the taste of a battery held in the mouth. Elias Thorne stood before the terminal, his fingers hovering over the keys, the blue light of the screen reflecting in his eyes with a clarity that felt less like illumination...

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