The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chisel bit into the slate with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias Thorne pulled his hand back, the vibration still humming in his knuckles, and stared at the fresh groove in the stone. It was not a mistake. It was a correction. In the Collective’s workshop, the air smelled of wet chalk and the metallic tang of ozone, a scent that had seeped into the pores of his skin over twenty years of...

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