The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The summons came not by paper, but by the smell of ozone and burnt hair that flooded the Ministry’s sterile corridor, a scent that preceded the voice of Director Halloway echoing from the intercom. Elias Thorne stopped mid-step, his hand tightening on the brass railing, his breath hitching as the gold-threaded sash wrapped around his waist pulsed with a sudden, searing heat. He was forty years...

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