The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The fog rolled in from the river. It smelled of iron and wet wool. Elara stood at the edge of the platform. The train was already gone. A black smear on the gray tracks. Her father’s hand was gone too. He had let go. Not gently. He had just stepped back into the mist. She was ten. The air was thick. Heavy. It pressed against her skin. It tasted of copper. She did not breathe. Breathing felt...

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