The Golden Scar
The decree was absolute, a sheet of parchment thick as a communion wafer, stamped with the seal of the High Chancellor, and Elias Thorne held it in hands that trembled not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the administrative language that had just stripped him of his livelihood. "All assets of the accused are hereby liquidated for the war effort," the clerk had said, his voice...
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