The Golden Scar
The rejection slip lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the dry, heated air of the apartment, a small white rectangle that contained the entirety of Elias Thorne’s future. He read it three times, the ink crisp and black against the sterile paper, the automated chime that had announced its arrival still echoing in the hollow space of his empty room. He was forty-two, a Senior...
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