The Golden Scar
The Golden Scar Edmund Whitcombe stood at the edge of the chalk cliff at Dover, watching the sea perform its ancient ritual of forgetting. Below him, the white rock rose like a bone from the English Channel, scarred by centuries of tide and weather and human hands that had picked at it with fingers too small and too proud. He had come here after the funeral, after the reading of wills that...
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