The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

You are standing in the line. The bread is stale. The air smells of wet wool and old fear. You are a man. You were a soldier. Now you are a unit. "Next." The voice is flat. It comes from the counter. The clerk does not look up. He cuts a slice of gray loaf. He puts it on the plate. "Thank you," you say. "Do not thank me. Take it. Go." You take the plate. The bread is hard. You walk to the...

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