The Golden Scar
The morning air in Oakhaven tasted of wet slate and impending rain, a dampness that seemed to seep into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he stood at the window of the community center. Outside, the town was a patchwork of muted grays and tired greens, the kind of place where secrets grew in the quiet corners of back gardens and were watered by silence. Elias adjusted his uniform, the...
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