The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

Act I My hands were already black when the buzzer sounded. I was elbow-deep in the vats of the Ink, the viscous fluid slicking my forearms like cold tar, when the red light pulsed in the archive’s glass door. The smell hit me before the sight: ozone, burnt hair, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. I wiped my hands on my apron, leaving a smear of soot across the tenancy agreement, clause nine,...

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