The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The coat was gone. That was the first thing I knew, a cold fact settling in my stomach as I stood before the grey door of the Ministry of Memory. I am Elias, thirty-two, an archivist of the lowest rank, and I had come to retrieve the only thing that still smelled like Clara. The air in the corridor was stale, thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, a smell that had begun to taste like iron...

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