The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream tasted of copper and ash. He woke with his hand on his throat. The air in the tent was thick. It smelled of wet wool and fear. He did not look at the others. They slept. Their breaths were shallow. They were not like him. He rose. He put on his boots. The leather was stiff. It creaked in the dark. He walked out. The night was cold. It bit into his skin. The stars were out. They were...

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