The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The train hissed. Steam curled. It tasted of rust and old rain. Elias Vance sat in the corner. His coat was too big. It smelled of mothballs. He was fifty. He looked eighty. The leather of his gloves was cracked. Like dried earth. Like the face of the man in the mirror. He was not a detective. Not anymore. He was a seeker. A hunter of echoes. He wore the badge of the Bureau of Anomalous...

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