The Golden Scar
The morning shift at the Meridian Wellness Collective began not with a chime, but with the low, subsonic hum of the centrifuges in Sub-Level 4, a vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it in his ears. He stood before the mixing station, his white coat pristine against the beige sterility of the room, and carefully pipetted the final drop of synthetic base into the beaker...
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