The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain hit the glass. It was a thin, gray sheet. Maren watched it run. She held her pen. The ink bled. "You're late," said Elias. He sat at the head of the table. His suit was black. His face was pale. He did not look at her. He looked at the window. "I was in the queue," Maren said. "They searched my bag." "Always." She sat down. The chair creaked. It was a heavy oak chair. It smelled of...

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