The Golden Scar
Fernando Beltrán’s hands shook as he lifted the vial, the glass thin as onion skin, trembling in the grey light of the basement archive. He worked in the Ministry of Continuity, a mid-level archivist tasked with cataloging the final batch of pre-Collapse records before the Bureau’s algorithmic audit sealed the sector. His tenure depended on this last batch, a stack of brittle index cards and...
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