The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bus stopped in the gray mist. I stepped off onto the wet pavement. The air smelled of rain and old rust. I pulled my coat tight. It was heavy. It was always heavy. I walked toward the house. The street was empty. No cars. No people. Just the gray. I looked down at my chest. There was a gold pin there. It caught the dull light. It was small. It was bright. It was the only thing that...

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