The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wall was made of bone. Not real bone. Plaster, yes. But it had a texture. A grain. It looked like the inside of a skull. I knew this. We all knew this. I stood in the courtyard. The air tasted of copper and old rain. I was a Warden. I wore the gray tunic. I carried the iron key. My name was Thomas. I did not think about it much. Names were for the dead. The living just had numbers. Mine was...

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