The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The mist hung low in the valley. It tasted of iron and old rain. Elara Vance walked it every morning. She walked it to count the steps. One. Two. Three. The pavement cracked under her boots. The town of Oakhaven slept. It slept under a heavy, gray blanket. People called it a sanctuary. They were wrong. It was a cage. The bars were made of silence. Elara was an investigator. Not of crimes. Of...

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