The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bread was cold. Miles set it on the table. The crust was hard. It smelled of ash. His brother, Silas, did not look up. Silas was sharpening a knife. The steel sang a low note. Miles sat down. The chair creaked. It was a bad chair. The wood was split. "Is it for us?" Silas asked. "Yes." Silas stopped sharpening. He looked at the bread. He picked up a piece. He broke it. The sound was dry....

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