The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a heavy thing, wool felted by years of damp and wear, the color of dried blood. I had worn it for thirty years. Now it sat there, empty, a ghost of a shape in the gray light of the cell. They had stripped me of everything else. The rank insignia, gone. The medals, gone. The watch, gone. Even the name on the door, Thomas, had been sanded down until...

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