The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain fell in sheets. It was cold. Maren wiped her face. She walked fast. The road was mud. The mud was deep. She pulled her boots out. Again. And again. Her hands shook. Not from cold. From hunger. "Is it true?" she asked. "About what?" "About the marks." Old Silas looked at her. His eyes were white. Like milk. He sat by the fire. The fire was low. The wood was wet. It smoked. The smoke...

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