The Golden Scar
Chapter One "Your biometric signature is anomalous, Qing Zhu." The voice from the speaker was flat, devoid of the human breath that used to carry such warnings, and it hung in the sterile, humming air of Sector 4 like a damp cloth. You stared at your left forearm, where the golden scar pulsed with a rhythmic, faint heat that had been growing stronger since the thaw smell of earth and diesel...
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