The Golden Scar
Chapter One "You're not going to the Surface, Padraig. The air up there is too thin for your lungs, and the Bureau doesn't take risks." Director Halloway’s voice was dry, like sandpaper on rusted iron. I stood in the scriptorium, the smell of damp wool and old paper thick in the room. I was thirty-four, a mid-level archivist, and I wanted out. I wanted the concrete, the wind, the life. What...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews