The Golden Scar
Act I The archive hummed with the static of erased lives. Hossein Naderi stood before the terminal, the light from the screen casting his face in a blue, sickly pallor, the hum vibrating in his teeth. He was thirty-four, a mid-level auditor at the Bureau of Social Harmony, and his hands were steady even as the system flagged him for emotional deviation. He wanted only to clear his name, to...
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