The Golden Scar
The quill trembles in your right hand, a slender, black thing that feels less like a tool and more like a bone you have broken and set incorrectly. You are Elias Thorne, Archivist of the Third Order, and in forty-two years of life you have learned that the Ministry of Memory does not pay for hesitation, nor does it pay for grief, though the latter is the only currency that seems to circulate in...
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