The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The train hisses as it pulls away from the platform, a long, metallic exhale that scatters the fog. You stand on the gravel, watching the taillights fade into the gray mist. Your hand is in your pocket, clenched around the brass token. It is warm, though the air is biting. You do not look back. You cannot. The weight of it in your fist is the only thing anchoring you to the earth. The city...

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