The Golden Scar
The registry light blinked red, a steady, mechanical pulse that seemed to drain the color from the fluorescent tubes above. Elias stood before the terminal, his fingers hovering over the keys, waiting for the name that had defined his existence for twelve years to appear on the screen. It did not. The cursor blinked in the empty field, a void where his service record should have been, and the...
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