The Golden Scar
The permit is denied. The clerk did not look up when she said it, her eyes fixed on the biometric readout, her fingers hovering over the keypad as if the rejection were a mechanical error rather than a verdict. Elias Thorne stood in the queue, the fluorescent lights buzzing at a frequency that matched the low hum in his left forearm. He was forty-two, a structural engineer for the city’s...
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