The Golden Scar
The paper was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of iron. Elias Thorne held it under the gaslight, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the signature line. It was a simple document, a Ministry form, Standard Issue for Debt Erasure via Voluntary Shadow Transfer. The ink was black, dry, and waiting. Outside the window, the soot from the nearby...
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