The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell rang. Not a church bell. A factory bell. It tore through the fog like a jagged wire. Caleb stood in the mud. His boots sank. He did not move. The air smelled of iron. And rot. Above him, the sky was a bruise. Purple. Black. It did not want to break. He touched his chest. The badge was there. Cold. Heavy. A gold disc. It was cracked. A hairline fracture ran from the eagle’s eye to its...

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