The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

It was a job. Just a job. That is what I told myself. That is what the men in the gray suits said. They wore no insignia. They wore no faces. Just the gray. And the silence. They stood in the corridor. I stood in my shop. My tools hung on the wall. Hammers. Chisels. Files. They were clean. They were bright. I looked at them. I looked at my hands. My hands were steady. I am a clockmaker. I fix...

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