The Golden Scar
The terminal screen flickered, a green pulse against the gray wall of Sector 4. Elias Vance’s thumb hovered over the enter key, the plastic cold and slick with sweat. He was thirty-two, an auditor with the kind of dry, unremarkable face that made him easy to forget in a crowd, but right now he was the only man in the building who knew the math was wrong. The grain allocation logs for the...
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