The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

You are awake. The air tastes of copper and stale bread. "Drink." The voice is rough. It scrapes against the silence like a boot on gravel. You do not look up. You look at the cup in your hands. It is ceramic. Chipped. The liquid inside is golden. It glows faintly in the dim light of the tent. "It is not water," you say. "Never is." Your name is Thomas. You were a soldier once. Or perhaps you...

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