The Golden Scar
The walls of the Aetheric Correctional Facility do not merely hold; they breathe. You feel it in the way the concrete expands and contracts against your spine, a slow, rhythmic pulse that mimics the heartbeat of the city outside, where the golden light powers the streetlamps and the factories. You are Elias Thorne, Senior Warden, and for three days you have not slept, your eyes fixed on the...
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