The Golden Scar
The scale read forty-two kilograms, a precise and damning weight that Elias Thorne noted with the detached efficiency of a man who had spent fifteen years weighing the detritus of Oakhaven’s industry. He did not look at the golden crystals themselves, which shimmered in the sterile white light of the dispensary like crushed sunlight trapped in glass; he looked at the number, because the number...
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