The Golden Scar

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2026-08-17 13:40:00 -

The Golden Scar

The rain had stopped. The air in the bunker smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. I held the tin. It was dented. The gold leaf on the lid had worn away, revealing the dull steel beneath. It was a relic of the old world. A sweet ration. We no longer had sugar. We had powder. We had fear. Commander Vance sat across from me. He did not look at me. He looked at the wall. The concrete was sweating....

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