The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The feast was a wound. Candles burned low. The wax pooled like blood on the mahogany table. Thomas sat at the head. He was tall. His spine was a rod of iron. He wore the old uniform. The fabric was stiff. The gold braid was tarnished. It did not shine. It hung heavy. It weighed on his shoulders. Across the table, his daughter, Elara, stared at her plate. She did not eat. Her fingers twitched....

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