The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink did not dry; it fermented. This was the first thing I learned, the way one learns the temperature of a river by submerging a toe, a slow and inevitable surrender to the cold. In the city of Oakhaven, which had been swallowed whole by the smog of the textile mills and the quiet, suffocating weight of our own compliance, the word was currency. It was not spoken, for speech was taxed and...

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