The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink was black. It was dry. It was on his skin. Silas stared at his forearm. The characters were small. They were neat. They spelled out his debt. He did not remember writing them. He remembered the pain. He remembered the needle. He did not remember the words. The room was white. The walls were smooth. The air was cold. It smelled of bleach. It smelled of fear. Silas sat on the metal stool....

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