The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain against the windowpane of the Whitmore estate was not merely weather; it was a slow, rhythmic erasure, washing the soot and the grime of the industrial age from the glass until the world outside became a blurred, grey smear of smog and sorrow. Arthur Whitmore sat in the high-backed chair of his study, a room that smelled of stale pipe tobacco, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old...

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