The Golden Scar
The fluorescent lights of the State Reclamation Center hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in Elias Thorne’s teeth. He stood in the sterile, gray corridor, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, watching as Mara was led away by two guards in uniform drab enough to make her pale skin look bruised. She did not look back. She had stopped looking back weeks ago, after the...
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