The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it leaked out of the grey sky, a persistent, cold weeping that turned the cobblestones of the narrow street into a slick, black mirror reflecting the gaslight’s sputtering yellow. You walked with your head down, counting the steps to keep from running, for running would mean acknowledging the weight of the satchel against your hip, a weight that had grown...

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