The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wind in the valley did not blow; it pressed, a heavy, wet hand against the back of the neck, carrying with it the scent of wet wool, coal smoke, and the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the dark earth of the moor. I walked with my sister, Elara, whose steps were lighter than mine, though she carried a rifle that had grown heavier with every mile we had put behind us...

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